Always getting better...

I am 30.  I remember thinking that 30 was so sophisticated, so put together, so on top of it.  WRONG.  At least, for me, it's wrong. 

Picture this:
bedhead (I have THE worst) 
+
pineapple pajama pants
+
Dr. Pepper t-shirt
+
dancing around the kitchen with a cereal spoon
=
not sophisticated.

The point is, the image I had in my mind is not the one I see when I look in the mirror. It is one that I thought I'd have perfected and trust me, nothing about me says perfect.  I'm ok with that, really.  I have, as of late, decided that one of my favorite parts of this life is to be always getting better. I fully recognize that I am not perfect, that I could always be: more patient, more thoughtful, less lazy(though, in my defense, I just feel tired), more educated, more organized, more positive, etc., etc.  At the risk of sounding Oprah-esque, I just want to be the best me, to live my best life.  And it feels good when I actually make progress in one of these areas.  Very satisfying.

I'm not at all a perfectionist, so maybe I am a improvist or quite possibly a betterist.