Imperfection

Life has the weird way of changing when you least expect it. A year ago, I was a happily married woman with two beautiful children and I couldn't have been happier. Sure things were not perfect but life isn't perfect. I had accepted all of the imperfections life had thrown my way and had mastered the art of turning them into something beautiful. For each pain, each depressing moment, there was a beautiful reminder I had created to remind me that I had somehow conquered. But eventually that wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to keep it from falling apart anyway. I was so busy trying to keep life moving I didn't notice that some of those around me had been left behind. My pace was too quick and my intent was so focused I had created more imperfections than I had started with. So now I sit here in a broken life. I still have two beautiful children and boy am I grateful. In a world with so many imperfections, the fact that I have managed to create these two amazingly unique beings astonishes me still. They remind me that I don't have to try to make everything beautiful, the beauty is already there. Maybe those imperfections were beautiful all along and silly me, I was just to busy to notice. Maybe this broken life  isn't so bad after all. The longer I sit in it, the more beautiful it becomes :)