What's In A Name?

Some of you may be wondering what's behind the name of this here blog. Some of you may not give a flying hoot...or an owl since that's what I've just described. For the former group, read on. For the later group, feel free to move on to other ventures.

The name comes from the fact that I am imperfection personified. I embody the very ideas of being flawed. My face is not symmetrical. My hair has ideas of it's own regardless of what I would like to have happen. My butt is too big for my liking. I am not graceful. I trip over nothing. I often keep talking even when I know that I should just shut up already. I drive too fast. I get irritated by people who don't use their turn signals. I fail repeatedly while trying to attain goals. I eat too much sugar. I don't call my friends when I say I will. I forget to buy birthday presents for people that mean more to me than material goods. I talk about people and situations that I shouldn't. I have an annoying habit of keeping particular items in a certain spot in the refridgerator - ask PT Girl...she can attest to where the milk belongs. I love ears an exorbitant amount and may have a slight obsession. I get a migraine if I drink any kind of Australian wine, and Leuffe Blonde.  It stops me from drinking the wine, but not the Blonde...beer that tastes like honey and milk is too good to give up because of a migraine! I read teen lit like Twilight and enjoy it, all while I rail against the role model that Bella Swan should not be. I tend to have the TV, the computer and a book going all at once. I've bought into the Hollywood idea of what and who a man should be, although I'm breaking down those ideas as I type. I yearn to sing in front of people but lack the courage to do so unless forced...or the Last Call Players are involved. My sense of style is a conglomeration of all the roommates I've ever had. I think I'm most beautiful right after I wash my face but am scared to say so in case I come across as being conceited.  I should be in the Word more often and less focused on what I think about things.

I am flawed in every part of my life because I am human. It is inherent to be less than perfect when human nature is involved. Luckily, I know that I do not need to strive to be the unattainable. I can be imperfect and still be beautiful in the Lord's eyes. Grace and mercy abound around me, allowing me to strive to be the best that I can be despite my real and perceived flaws, while not carrying the burden of striving for perfection.

Imperfection personified.