Imperfect

This is my first blog on this topic, so especially things are not going

to be perfect :). For a while now, I've been wanting to write about the

chaos and imperfections of human life I personify, the trials and

tribulations I live through -in fact everyone of us lives through, but, find

something at the end of it all.

My childhood was very peaceful with two extraordinary parents

with amazing grace, kindness and values that they held us to.

I had a lot of creative interests and our rather huge backyard was

the perfect playground. Catching the cicada and making it pick up

the tiny stone, using the hibiscus petal to do all kinds of things,

including using it as a paint and wondering why its not read, using

rubber bands to create a musical instrument, etc. Much to my mother's

dismay, I'd be often seen dozing off, especially during summers.

I dont regret those fun times. What happened with this creativity is

focus on one topic or studying (as the norm was back then) or doing

one thing at a time was nearly impossible.

But what did evolve is an adaptable self, who could almost take on

anything and do anything I wanted -whether its a role change at work

involving managing a multi million dollar portfolio, or leading an

employee resource groups with numerous team members, or

at home a multifaceted person who can cook, clean and multi-task

at the same time.

Sometimes it bugs me though : what is perfection? is it subjective?

its subject to the eye of the beholder?

Thoughts are welcome !

Nuances by Gayathri