Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect . It means you decide to see  beyond the imperfections . unknown

The only time the world was perfect were the few days that Adam and Eve were in  the Garden of Eden and had not yet eaten that one piece of fruit. Their  imperfection of wanting more and wanting to know more got the rest of us in a  huge pickle! When I get to heaven, I have a few things I'd like to say to them!

We are not perfect. Nobody is. And anybody who seriously claims to be perfect  has some serious issues they need to deal with. And what would we have to  compare to? Seeing as nobody has ever been perfect (except Jesus), we have  nothing to compare imperfections to for perfection. So even if you attempt to be  perfect, there is no line saying whether or not you made it!

I'm glad I'm not perfect. Sure, it would be nice to not have to think about what to  eat, or wonder where my energy for the day is going to come from and to know  that I will do just great at work today and not make any mistakes. But what a  surreal world THAT would be! To live in a world like that would be more like living  in a cartoon where when the edge of a cliff is cut, the edge stays but the  mountain falls.

Being imperfect has its good points. It means when we fall down, we can get up  again and learn from what caused us to fall. It is learning to set proper  boundaries, keeping in the good, keeping the bad out and allowing ourselves to  open and shut the gate as we meet and get to know people and situations. If we  were perfect, we would have nothing to learn.

To be perfect, in my humble opinion, would be like watching a person who has  recently retired. They think that they are going to enjoy sitting around, doing  nothing but watching TV or sleeping in, going to bed early, etc. "Oh, I'll NEVER get  tired of doing that! I've waited for 65 years to do this!" My father said those  things. He has not even been retired one year and he's found out the truth. HE  GOT BORED!!!!

Suddenly being home all the time wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But Dad  learned from his mistaken thought. He now works out at a gym 3 days each week,  goes to the church to help out, goes to a men's Bible study group, spends time  with my mom just sitting and reading, helping with chores around the home etc.  He actually admitted to my mom that he had no idea how she did it all those  year...sitting around doing nothing! Well, I think most ladies know what came of  THAT conversation. He has learned that her nothing took her all day to do it and  she was just as tired as he was, only she didn't get paid!

So we don't live in a perfect world, and who would want to anyhow? It's boring.  Remember the Truman Show with Jim Carey? If not, go look it up. As humans we  are going to make mistakes. What makes us stronger and better humans is when  we learn from the imperfections.

I'm not perfect. I ate pastries every day for about 2-3 years without ANY thought  of what was going into my mouth. I was a volunteer there and thought I deserved  them. To learn from my imperfection, I now do not have any sweets or salty foods  in my home such as pastries, cookies, ice cream, chips, pop etc. My home is  nutritionally clean. I've learned to eat the healthy foods, and I have found that I  enjoy them better. All natural is better for the body. God didn't create chemicals  for in processed food...humans did.

I've learned that despite how tired my medications make me, I need to make an  effort to get at least a small walk in each day. My meds and medical conditions  CAUSE weight gain and there is nothing I can do about that, but I CAN still learn  from it - I continue to exercise for health, continue to take my meds for safety's  sake and continue to eat properly to keep my body full of what it needs to  function at a decent level.

My biggest imperfections come as a result of my medical condtions and  medications - tiredness, weakness, dizziness, and excrutiating pain by times. But  I do go for at least a walk to the corner store daily, I do sometimes get more  exercise in than planned...and I enjoy that immensely, I keep eating right so my  organs stay healthy and my mind clear, I get the sleep I need for my body to do  all this, I take my medications as prescribed so my conditions stay at a  maintained level and I continue to see if there is something more I can be doing  to help myself.

I used to be a whiner, but now I try to journal about things. By journaling, I am  able to see things come out of my writing that show where my slip came in and  why. I'm able to pinpoint the moment I started to fall and then remember for  future reference that experience.

No more whining for me. If I slip up and eat a chocolate bar, big dea. I'm human,  I'm not perfect and I don't want to be perfect. It would be much harder to be  perfect and keep up the proper appearances, than to be human, learn from my  imperfections and enjoy my life, day by day, if not moment by moment.

Don't expect perfection but results with your efforts. Don't expect perfection but  new learning opportunities. Don't expect pefection, because you will be let down  every time. And what makes it worse is, if you don't learn from that, you will fall  and never get up and going again. Expect to make mistakes, then when things  happen, you overcome, you win, you will be exhilarated and overjoyed and the  moment will be better cherished than if you KNEW perfection was coming. Enjoy  your imperfect life. It keeps you and life interesting.

 
Learn from your mistakes.
 
Then get out and have fun...life only happens once!