I Am Not Perfect

The secret is out. I'm not perfect. I'm not the perfect wife, mother, daughter, sister, cousin or friend. There I said it. And I'm proud of it. I try so hard to make each and every person in my life happy that I often neglect my own happiness. That's not to say I'm not selfish from time to time because I most certainly am but the long and short of it... I'm not perfect.

Sometimes I forget to call when I'm suppose to, sometimes I have to cancel plans and sometimes I say things without thinking them through. Just this week I've rescheduled a phone date twice. Sue me. I'm human. Raising another human. Married to one. Daughter and daughter in law to three and friends with many. My life is chaotic on the best day, thanks to the tiny human (whom I love more than life itself).

My point to this, I think, is that one of my New Years Eve resolutions is to stop caring about pleasing everyone. If I can't make it to something because the tiny human has me otherwise preoccupied, so be it. If the human I'm married to needs a little us time , I will forgo the beeping calendar. While I would never intentionally causes discord between someone else and myself, from time to time I find myself there and I'm often anxiety ridden because of it. Life is too short. Things happen. Other things come up. I'm not perfect. I can't be all to everyone on the same day.

2014 is going to be a good year. I can feel it. Leaping into a New Year with positive thoughts.