I don't think so. Or, at least I don't think so anymore. Here's what I've discovered: I can't be perfect.
I'm sure some of you have arrived at this conclusion about me before I did, but it's a fairly new discovery for me. I mean, I knew I was not perfect and I would not let me forget it. I would get discouraged with myself if I messed up. Somehow I thought I should be perfect. I thought that if I wasn't perfect I would be letting people around me down. Not to mention letting God down. Implicit in the assumption that I should be perfect is the notion that I could be perfect. Of course I know that is not true, otherwise I'd be God.
So I'm embracing my 'raggedyness.' I know. It's not a word. That's fine with me. It seems appropriate - even raggedy, to embrace a word that's so inexact as to not actually be a word.
If it could be in the dictionary, though, this is how I would define it:
- being in a somewhat tattered condition. Her raggedyness makes her more human.
- the state of being characterized by brokenness. That is why I delight in raggedyness. For when I am raggedy, then I am strong.