I first heard the term Wabi-Sabi a couple of decades ago, and it really stuck with me. It became such an important concept, because I’ve always struggled with wanting to look perfect and wanting everything around me to be perfect. I’m not sure exactly why. Maybe it comes from my childhood, where my mom always expected me to be perfect. Or maybe it comes from all my years in the photo industry, doing makeup for shoots. On set, there was always a prop stylist, a clothing stylist, and every detail meticulously arranged so the finished product looked flawless.
I knew it wasn’t truly perfect, but I loved how perfect it looked.
Because I’m such a visual person, I developed this tendency to walk into a room and immediately notice what feels “wrong.” Even though it’s not really wrong, it just looks out of place to me. So now, I’m working on embracing “perfectly imperfect.”
For years, I told myself that my need for order was because of my kids, their friends running around the house, leaving everything messy. But now, as an empty nester, I realize: it wasn’t them. It was me all along.
I’m not sure I’ll ever completely let go of my ideal of how things “should” look, but I’m trying. For now, here’s some photos of my perfectly imperfect life.
I love how real you are - thank you so much for sharing authenticity
I struggle with this myself but I notice my favorite photos are the imperfect ones. My favorite memories are the imperfect times. I will embrace my inner Wabi-Sabi! Life is too short. This was beautiful 🥰