Imperfections - October Photo Challenge

My dog loves one of our couches. It's really, really bad. She spends all day every day on the couch, cuddled up in a corner napping, barking at cars turning around in the cul-de-sac, standing guard for Squirrel Patrol, or licking her paws because she has the WORST allergies in the world. As a result of all that snuggle couch is gross. We got a different living room set to replace it, but for some reason, it still hasn't left my living room. That's too bad, because it smells like DOG. I recoil in horror every time I see a Febreeze 'nose blind' commercial because...I know that's this couch. I spray it with Febreeze, with Lysol, with my tears and hopes and dreams and the end result is always a couch that smells like a dog who just rolled around in a flower bed. I'm ready to burn it, but I fear it's too late, that it's infected our whole house somehow and even if I spent weeks on end airing our house out, burning candles, running our wax melt scent diffuser, BLEACHING will still smell like this old, gross, Dog Couch.

The past month led to time for thinking, for soul searching, for reconnecting with others and myself, and most of all...time with God. Last week, I was reading the day's She Reads Truth study on Ephesians and was knocked on my seat by two perspective-altering revelations. One shamed me to my core, and I need to address it with the person/relationship it's about before I ever consider writing about it. The second piggybacked on the first and came from this verse in Colossians: "For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him." (Col. 1:16)

I'd been so busy attempting to create the IMAGE of perfection that I'd missed out on the opportunity for the only Creator to lead me down His perfect path. I couldn't make something perfect, because I am not perfect. Like the couch...I could spray as much Lysol and Febreeze on my life as I wanted, but it wouldn't get rid of the deep-down issue. Somewhere, deep in my soul, I still believed that I could make my life perfect. If I worked just a LITTLE bit more, pushed myself a LITTLE bit farther, scrubbed that stain a LITTLE bit more (maybe I needed to use steel wool? bleach? I bet I could find a DIY cleaning solution on Pinterest) life would be perfect and it would be because I DID IT! A little more striving was the key! Thankfully, God can do what I will never be able to achieve.

I decided to do my best to embrace the imperfections. After all, I see them daily. My floors are atrocious. I desperately need to clean my bathrooms. Sometimes...I fight with my husband. Over things that (the next morning) I realize are really, really stupid. I think mean things about people some days. I am the worst impulse shopper you've met. The list goes on.

I know a lot of people do October photo challenges on Instagram, and I realized that most of these lists are superficial at best. It's not hard to post a picture of leaves or your pumpkin spice latte or the Super Cute Fall Outfit you planned and selfied to perfection. It IS hard to post something that shows a vulnerability. So, that's my October Photo-A-Day Challenge. Embracing imperfections. Today's is a shot that I tried to get to celebrate the fact that it's October...and realized that my dog hair-covered floors are front and center. Tomorrow's might be a shot of my deck, currently carpeted with a delightful layer of slick leaves and broken acorns. The point is...let's all spend a little less time focusing on the ideal shot this October and realize that we aren't ever going to achieve perfection. Join me! I'll be using #imperfectoctober.


Lindsay Sweeting was in the world of Marketing and Publicity in her previous life. These days you're more likely to see her running after her toddler than running a meeting, but she does her best to find time to create new recipes, come up with fun activities for her daughter, and write about the craziness that is life in the Sweeting house.

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