While on the sandy beaches of Cayo Costa, my daughters and I had a great time shelling. There are some of the biggest shells I've seen there! As we were walking on the beach, we were constantly scanning, trying to find that perfect shell. I started to think... what makes a shell perfect for picking. So I asked our middle daughter, Amelia. She said, " It has to be smooth, no cracks or breaks, colorful, and cool." So we kept looking. Then, I started to feel bad for all those poor shells that would never be picked because they were not quite "perfect". Then, I picked up one. And then another. And then, my daughters and I were all on the lookout for the imperfect shells.
I started to think then about life..... how we're always in search of the perfect everything. Perfect life. Perfect body. Perfect man. Perfect kids. Perfect family. Perfect job. Perfect..... everything. But there is so much to be said about that not perfect shell. There is still beauty in the broken shell. The colors, the lines, the texture, they can be gorgeous. I'm an imperfect shell, but I'm trying to love my imperfections. I'm loving our imperfect family, our imperfect life. I'm embracing and loving being an imperfect shell.
Are you still on the search for the perfect shell? Give up. Go for the imperfect one. They are much better and will still bring you lots of joy. :)