Real-life.

It's not a perfect picture-- for goodness sake it's a mirror selfie, & me trying to learn how to use my beloved birthday gift.
My hair is anything but perfect-- in fact, I just barely got a brush through it for the first time in two weeks.
My room is clearly a mess-- I don't have my life completely together.
These words don't flow quite right, and I probably won't go back to edit it.
& that's only the start of life's imperfections... sometimes it's easy to get caught up in trying to make everything look and seem and be, perfect, and that's just not reality.
& I guess that's why it's good to take a step back, and love the imperfections.

Those notes on my mirror are ones Jess wrote months ago-- and they make me smile daily.
The yellow schedule was for coaching rec track-- it just ended and it was the absolute greatest.
I got my lashes dyed again, so holla for no make-up.
& this dress is my favorite, & it has pockets.

It's not a picture perfect life, it's my real one, and it's the little things that keep me happy. 

Life is good.