Please Don’t Say I’m Perfect

This post was inspired by the time someone told me that they felt I was “perfect” and had my life “all together”. I thought it’d be interesting to tell you a little story to show just how imperfect my life can be. Here is Gabriella’s Life: the unfiltered version.

Hopefully you find it amusing . . .

 

 

 

 

SO. Several nights ago, I was getting ready to leave the house with Jake, and I had a sudden thought, I haven’t eaten dinner! So I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the blender. Jake came in and told me, “We have to leave in five minutes, no more.”

But I insisted, “I need my protein shake!”

“You have five minutes,” he said. (Jake doesn’t like to be late.)

I can make a shake in five minutes, I told myself, and then began running around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients and throwing them into the blender. I opened the peanut butter, but the jar was nearly empty! I had to reach into the bottom of the jar with a spoon until . . . my entire left hand was covered with peanut butter.

 

 

 

 

Next was the coconut milk. I picked it up and shook it . . . and then remembered I had already removed the cap. Splash! Coconut milk all down the front of my shirt, in my hair that I had just straightened, and all over the kitchen floor.

Jake walked in at that moment (awkward). I think I stared at him for a couple seconds, trying to figure out just what I was going to do.

So I ran to the bathroom while calling, “Can you please mop up the floor?!” I grabbed a towel and began rubbing my hair. Of course I didn’t have time to wash it. Well, at least it’s only coconut milk and not real dairy, I thought. Then I ran to my room, changed my shirt, and ran back down to the kitchen in record timing.

There Jake stood, mopping up the milk. There was my half-made shake, in the blender. I can still do this, I thought.

 

 

 

 

So I added the ice and protein powder and blended the shake while pulling on my shoes. Unsure of whether it was fully blended or not, I poured it into my travel cup just as Jake was heading out the door. I grabbed my jacket and ran – with the shake in my hand – out the door, to the car, and jumped in just as it was pulling away.

Another successful evening, I told myself.

Until I realized my cup was leaking.

 

With love,

Gabriella