In the beginning was a girl. A little red-haired girl with the world at her fingertips. Named Angela, she accepted the challenge of being an angel with a smile. It did not take long before she realized that she was far from perfect, and being angelic was not always easy. She was adequate at many things, but the best at none. This would come to cause much frustration, inner turmoil, and some bad decisions along the way. Yet as that girl is learning what it means to truly live she is finding out that there is freedom in the flaws, and beauty in not always being the best. It’s the thing that makes us human, and the thing to daily embrace.
I am no longer wide-eyed and innocent. My hair is not quite as bright. Sorrow has at times made itself much too personal. But I am loving the journey of getting through life. Of looking at my mistakes for what they are and trying again. Trying again at being healthier, at bettering myself and my relationships, at learning new things, living a life of faith, and at reaching the unattainable state of balance. That is my halo. My ideal self.
So the chase begins, realizing that perfection will never be grasped, but I can find enjoyment in the race. Enjoyment in falling short time after time, but with victories sprinkled along the way. My idea of perfect may have changed, and the name Angela never stuck, but I have found happiness in being Angie.