it cracks me up slash really bothers me how so many blogs try to portray perfection. I’ll be the first to admit I’ve spent twenty minutes just getting the pillows placed exactly right, moving messes out of the frame, or rearranging books, etc. etc. why do we always feel the need to do that? we started a Beth Moore book in bible study this semester about insecurities and I think that is what fuels a lot of it. we feel an underlying competition amongst one another to outdo the other or prove something.

however, today when I was making breakfast I was struck by the imperfections. I’m messy. but let’s be honest, who isn’t in the kitchen? and suddenly it all happens so fast. you have mushrooms, peppers and tomatoes (sorry anderson for using your produce) in the pan for a while. and its great till you add eggs and almost immediately they are finished, but you’ve already diverted your attention to cutting mango. I didn’t get back to mine in time so you’ll notice they are a little burnt. and speaking of burnt anytime I make toast I inevitably burn it. perhaps its because my room is beside the kitchen so I put it in and then get ready in the meantime. but today the problem was that the butter was frozen so it wouldn’t spread on my toast. I’m seriously getting sick of our fridge freezing everything. I also know there is no art to cutting fresh mangos but look at my odd little clumps, hahaha. I think I just don’t pay attention to the small details. I mean look at my plate. it’s covered in toast crumbs. and look at the counter top. disaster!! I wish I could say I staged that and that really my life doesn’t look like that but nope there is the real thing.

aside from the complications, breakfast was really delicious. well, until I found a hair in my eggs...