life's imperfections

Life sometimes has it's quirky imperfections. Like the green bean I found today in my macaroni at lunch. Or maybe the fact that I work at a John Deere dealership when my husband and I are die hard Case IH fans. And, most definitely, the Earth worm I found on my kitchen floor this morning. Alive. Now, how in the WORLD did that get there? I mean, yes, we're living in a really old farm house/bachelor pad/ex meth lab/mold farm/I have ran out of slashes. But still. An Earth worm? That kind of beats the mushroom that was found growing out of the bathroom floor last spring. Dan would kill me for mentioning that, but since we're knocking this house down as soon as the new one's built, I don't think he has much to be embarrassed of. It wasn't his fault. He cleans. The house is just old. And it sits on a spring.

Anyways, I've gone off track. I've learned lately that life is never going to be perfect. We have to make what we have available to us work. And it if doesn't work, then we're going to have to figure out how to make it work. I have a lot of friends going through changes or the need for changes whether it's a new baby, a new job or an out of the blue break up. Everything happens for a reason. I cannot stress that enough!

Just a month ago, my new niece Lindy was born. Ok, so she's not really my niece by blood. But she's one of my best friend's daughter. I consider her a niece regardless. Ever since Lindy was born, I've looked at life in a whole new perspective.  I remember the night she was born. We were all gathered around in the waiting room. Then it was time. Suddently, we all huddled around this big picture window with this floppy pink baby laying on the table. You could just her proud father's eyes lit up like the 4th of July. They weren't ready at the time she was conceived. In fact, I'm pretty sure mama was freaking out a bit. And I'm pretty sure she and I had many long "oh crap, what am I going to do? I am not ready to be a mom" conversations. They weren't ready during the whole 9 months she grew in the womb. But now; she's here, and they're ready. They're ready only because they don't have a choice. They just have to be! I am not saying I want to have a baby now. Actually, I'd settle for quite the opposite. But what I'm saying is, no matter what happens in life, you're going to be thrown curve balls. And there's always a reason for them. You may never know why He throws those curveballs our way, but you must learn how to deal with them one way or the other. Or you're not going to survive. 

It amazes me how many people go through life truly unhappy. I am so thankful that I am not going to be one of those persons because I've finally found true happiness. I am not sure if happiness can be defined but I'm pretty sure you don't know what it is until you've been miserable first. There really isn't a point to this post. I just have a few friends as of late talk with me about how "miserable" they are and that makes me truly sad. I wish there was something more I could do to help them. I've offered my love, support and advice. I think that's about all I can do for now. Just remember, if your life isn't perfect now. That's because it never will be. You just have to learn to find happiness within the imperfections.

I know this old blue silo will never be perfect. It's old. It's faded. It's rusty. It's hardware and gears are falling apart. But it will stand proudly on the farm as a reminder that nothing in life will ever seem perfect - but it will be perfect for you. I've always wanted a big blue silo on my property. There's something about them that just screams American. And the American dream. It may be the shabbiest looking silo in the county, but I'll take an imperfect one over none at all. We should look at life in the same aspect. Living life is better than not living one at all.

  

Stand proud. Take on life's imperfections. Don't let life pass you by while you're standing back trying to figure out why nothing goes the way it should.