A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Perfection……

I’m far from perfect. I named this blog Holy Life…Holey Wife because every day the life I want smacks right into the life I have. Like a train wreck.

The life I want? A life of peace. A life where I smile and wear pearls while serving friends low fat, gluten free, all natural, yet delicious gourmet cupcakes while we play bridge. Later, I’ll whip up a spectacular romantic candle lit meal for my loving hubby complete with roasted baby vegetables picked fresh that morning from our organic garden. We’ll discuss deep things of faith and current events. It’s a place where the laundry is done for more than 15 minutes at a time. Using good-for-the-environment laundry detergent I make myself for a nickel a load so that the money I saved can benefit the needy. Where I fall into bed at night with a contented sigh and wake up the next morning ready to greet the morning with a smile.

Yeah. Not the life I’m living.

I am a holey wife. Far from holy. Far from perfect.

My life is often like a train wreck that you just can’t tear your eyes away from.

Confession: I don’t know how to play bridge. And even if I did, I wouldn’t have time. More often than not, I greet my day with a groan knowing that the to-do list is going to whip my tail. Again.

I had an epiphany yesterday.

I am never going to be the woman I admired at DSW yesterday. About my age. Out shopping with a friend. Tanned. Fit. Perfectly manicured and pedicured. Yellow cotton sheath. Perfectly put together and wearing pearls. While shopping, for heaven’s sake! She was purse shopping. Looking at purses that I wouldn’t pay the discount price to have.

The thought went through my mind–“I want to be like her when I grow up!” Now, since I’m way past grown up, it is doubtful that I will suddenly become that vision of sophistication and put togetherness. (Especially since I never can figure out what shoes to wear with what outfit!)

But I could see that woman in my dream life. She’d be right at home I think, in a perfect world.

What she was shopping for.

What she was shopping for.

I’m not.

What I shopped for

What I shopped for

Welcome to my life. It may get messy here as I wrestle with faith, life, and what to cook for supper.

This is a real place. A real place where we’ll talk about how to get from the life we have to the life we want.

Real life. Real love. Real laughter.

Perfection not allowed.