By no means have I ever considered myself perfect. Or even close to perfect. I’ve never been so deluded that I thought I had my life completely together and that everything in my life was just…perfect.
No, I’m frequently a bit of a mess — no matter how well I’ve learned to hide it when other people are around me. Let’s face it, I’m a 24-year-old single female who lives on her own, doesn’t clean frequently enough, worries about the future, has bills and student loans to pay, gets emotional and hormonal from time to time (like us females expertly do), worries too much about how she looks, does NOT consider herself even close to satisfactory at cooking, and has a bit of a stress attack when she doesn’t get her introvert “me alone time” at least once a week.
That’s the messy side of me in a nutshell.
Brianna Lee Kauffman 