I’m embarrassingly obsessed with making everything beautiful. It relates back to my standards for how my life should look. I don’t live by cliches, but I’m constantly battling between the sayings “All that glitters is not gold” and “Live the life you’ve imagined.” Nic can attest that in my life, everything has its purpose and its place. Sometimes, I legitimately have to hold myself back from reorganizing my closet at midnight. The problem is, I’m not quite sure that the beautiful life I want to live exists. That’s mainly because there will always be a mess to clean up or a roadblock to overcome. Having the mindset of “Once ____ is done, everything will be perfect” is poisonous. Granted, I’ve met a lot of goals this way. He did fall in love with me, but my life isn’t perfect. I lost the weight, but my life isn’t perfect. I graduated and have two amazing jobs, but my life isn’t perfect. I started going to church again and my life still isn’t perfect. Earth to Teylor, perfect isn’t a synonym for beautiful. As my instagram photos improve in quality and I avoid posting the ones that “aren’t worthy,” I have to wonder what that does to our minds. Like if it isn’t worth posting about, it isn’t worth doing. I have to laugh at that, knowing how much I prefer to sit on the couch and watch Netflix over getting dressed up and going out. I am extremely comfortable in my long term relationship (three years today!) and am far past the point of forcing him to pose for pictures to prove to the world that we are happy and that we are damn cute. So why don’t I extend the same courtesy to myself? I don’t need my life to be documented by the minute or my surroundings to always be bright and beautiful to prove that I exist. I’d much rather be honest and upfront and tell you that I genuinely hate washing my hair and that I work from home and am more than likely in gym or sleep attire. Furthermore, I can never get my eyebrows perfectly shaped and my nails will never be perfectly manicured. Straight up, I clean a litter box on the daily and no matter how much I vacuum, there will always be cat hair. As much as I want to run a blog that depicts a truly inspiring and unbelievable lifestyle, that just ain’t me. And the sooner I dive into what is me, the happier I’ll be. With that in mind, I started a two week devotional plan on She Reads Truth today with a new motto: Striving for a beautiful life isn’t a bad thing, as long as what you devote your time to has substance. “Is it aesthetically pleasing,” should not be my first question. However, it doesn’t hurt that She Reads Truth is incredibly trendy!