Moments D351: Imperfect

First - let me apologize for being MIA - it’s been a challenging week for me as I found myself behind on my studies and feeling under the weather. But never fear, I did make quick notes to remind me of my special moments over the past few days. All is not lost! I do hope to catch up properly today/tomorrow.

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Today my BFF & I had our own Ground Hog day . How so? Well, I haven’t been on my game. Yesterday and today only proved that once again. Yesterday, we showed up at the ACC for the MUSE concert. Our tickets WERE FOR TODAY!.

Oh my. I haven’t been so shocked and embarrassed in a long, long time. What an utter failure. Here, in my last week before my 50% final exam, not only did I spend one night out for dinner and then a concert (which didn’t happen yesterday!) I spent TWO. One night, I could justify. A second? I was mortified. Not only had I put my BFF out for two nights, but now I had lost a full study night. Wow. How on earth did this happen? Scheduling. That’s what I do.

I didn’t even look at the tickets when they arrived in the mail. I didn’t even check my receipt when I bought them. I was convinced that we were going on the 9th. The tickets clearly stated the 10th. Shock and awe.

I won’t lie, I felt more than embarrassment (and my BFF was very gracious about it even though my mistake caused her to juggle her own schedule). I felt ashamed. Ashamed to have failed at this small thing.

When the (AWESOMELY INCREDIBLE) concert was over my BFF and I parted for the evening. She made it clear that it was okay, that it was shocking to her as well, but that it was okay.

As I thought about it on my solo ride on the way home, I realized that it’s okay to be imperfect. I know I strive for perfection, but it’s an impossibility. I know I have high expectations, but it’s okay when things shift. Being imperfect is what life is about. It’s OK. Now, I don’t have to like that knowledge, but it does make me feel less ashamed that I dropped the ball. And believe me, dropping the ball is not a habit I plan on picking up, but I know that it’s okay if it happens once in awhile.

It’s moments like this that make me really appreciate my BFF (and those like her) that have been incredibly supportive over the years. The mistake was taken in stride, love and humour. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

It’s also moments like this that I remember that I’m human. I’m not perfect. And that’s okay.

Moments admitting you are overwhelmed.

Moments where your friends are there for you.