Permission to be Imperfect

I had a moment of stress this morning when thinking about blogging again today. What if I have nothing to say? What if I'm boring and you all tune me out? In this moment of panic, I almost decided not to blog. After all, it's not really summer yet. I don't have to blog. Right?

And then I thought of all those Writer's Notebook entries I made you all do. Week after week that I had you write, even when you felt you had nothing more to say. I thought of all the talks I gave you about how just writing will make you stronger; you don't have to be perfect, you just have to do something.

And so I decided to compose a perfectly imperfect post.

I have no real topic today, so I'll just describe something I love. Decorating magazines. I had a new one this morning (spring is my favorite because I love all the bright colors) that I picked up at the grocery store. I opened the cover and found so many cute ideas for my house. Moving does that to you, I guess. You want to make your space personal so it feels like home. Here are two things I'm going to try. First, I'm going to get (or find in my garage if I'm lucky) two bins for recycling. I'm going to make cute label tags with scrapbook paper for them. Second, I'm going to get either wall paper or contact paper for the back of my plain white bookcases (I have two big ones in mind). They could use a little pizazz.

There. I feel so much better. I think imperfection is a much better way to live!

Happy Monday!
(moment of sadness - no Poetry Monday)
Ms. Hagen