Month: November 2016

Unblemished.

To be unblemished.  Without fault.  Flawless.  Perfect. It is nearly every woman’s dream.  Certainly mine. And not just on the outside.  No, I’m talking about the inside, too.  I want to be the perfect mother.  Wife.  Friend.  Student.  Teacher.  Daughter.  The perfect person. I want to love perfectly.  Serve perfectly.  Encourage perfectly.  And these are all noble actions, so surely striving for perfection in these things is a noble deed.  Right? Oh, to be unblemished.  To never say something stupid.  To never miss an opportunity.  To never punish when I was simply supposed to console.  To never use sour sarcasm when all they needed was sweet encouragement.   To never speak out of anger or ignorance.  To never waste the moment I’m given by wishing I were somewhere else.  To never fear.  Oh–to never fear. Unblemished.  To never be on the receiving end of the bitter cattiness of women in the workplace.  To never feel as if his absence was my fault.  To never feel that everyone else’s happiness is my responsibility.  To never be counted out …