Who do you want to be?

A very good friend once told me that the difference between good and excellent is a lot of hard work and some dumb luck. I've been thinking about her words a lot lately. In a world where much wants more and then some, where do we draw the line? The media tells us that we can be perfect, have perfect bodies, smart minds, good careers, great clothes and the "knight in shining armor" boyfriend. Everywhere I look, I see women and men of all shapes and sizes pushing themselves towards a hypothetical excellence. MORE, MORE, MORE seems to be the mantra of the century. Unfortunately for me, I like being imperfect. I want to be unconventional and say the wrong things at a party, I want to eat ice cream like a little kid and be diagreable if it feels right. I enjoy making mistakes and learning from them and no matter what anyone says, I still think falling on my ass is hilariously funny. I think the true measure of being an adult is when you know right/wrong, good/bad etc. and you make a choice. I choose to be a completely fallible human being who loves passionately, cries loudly :) and makes many many mistakes but never stops trying to take that leap of faith. I hope to meet many more like me...