Hey now! Thanks for stopping by ; ) Allow me to introduce myself—I’m Lisa and I am happy to declare that I am certifiably imperfectly imperfect. The day I began to embrace this fact was the same day I was freed from my self-induced shackles and life became a whole lot better. On the best of days, when I feel most free, I look like a former perfectionist whose house needs to be cleaned, whose yard needs to be weeded, whose paperwork needs to be filed, whose head is full of creative projects I intend to tackle, but haven’t quite gotten around to just yet.
As my capacity to embrace the gift of imperfection in my life has increased, my eyes have been opened wider to find the Sacred who is ever present in the ordinary moments of life. In order to avoid a relapse into my dictator-like, perfectionistic tendencies, I try to fill my time with activities which require me to be away from the place I obsess about the most—my house. My favorite such activity is running. Running has become the time and the place where I zone out, listen to loud music, self-medicate my Anxiety Disorder with a good sweat, pray, reflect, listen and find God’s presence, even in the messiest, most unexpected places of my life.
I am wife to a talented psychotherapist with stellar coping skills, thanks to his experiences of growing up as number 7 of 9 children and attending Catholic School as a student with undiagnosed ADHD, circa the 1970s and 1980s. I am mom to an amazing teenage daughter who lives courageously with the daily challenges presented by a Sensory Processing Disorder and ADHD (compliments of her dad’s genes) as well as an Anxiety Disorder (compliments of her mom’s genes). Her entrance into this world and her beautiful life have been the biggest threat to my perfectionistic ways. I like to say that when she was born at exactly 3:00 p.m., the hour that we Catholics call the hour of Divine Mercy, it was then when God directly intervened into my life with mercy in order to save me from myself.
In school I was always an obsessive note taker and have retained that annoying characteristic into adulthood. I process life better when I write it down and then read it again. Thanks for stopping by and giving me a chance to air both my grievances and my musings in order to glimpse the Sacred, present in the moments of my ordinary, messy and chaotic life.