A perfect imperfect life …
Do you have a “plan” for how your life is expected to go and then it simply does not happen that way? I did.
For me, I was taught at an early age that you go to school, get a career, get married, have kids, move to the suburbs and then work hard at the same job until it’s time to retire at the good age of 65. Sound familiar? I never questioned this until my “plan” suddenly stopped, after 6 years of trying to become pregnant, when a doctor told me I had less than a 1% chance of having my own child and that I should give up the idea now… Little did I know, it was one of the best things that could have happened to me.
Life is full of imperfections and rarely does everything work out as planned. Now I am living my perfect imperfect life and I am determined to continue coloring outside the lines to make it that much better.