I’m not perfect…profound, I know.

We all have some bumps and bruises, baggage and unmentionable events that happened in the past.  If you say you don’t, you’re full of crap.   As soon as a new car is taken off the lot it immediately loses value.  As soon as we’re born we begin to age, never to be new again.  I’m not sure there is such a thing as a perfect person or a perfect car for that matter.

But we can dream right?  I certainly do.   I dream that I’m doing the right things, choosing the right life and making the right decisions.  Somewhere along the way I detour.  I trip, stumble, and usually fall down.  Do I get beat up along the way…hell yeah!    But I think the strongest essence of our character is how we deal with the things that have happened to us. 

Do we drive around proud of the dents in our fenders, proud of the life lessons we have learned or do we do all we can to pretend they never happened?   Trust me when I say that I’m not perfect, oh wait, I already said that.  Ok, so what I mean is, I’m proud of some of my bumps and bruises.  As I get older, it gets easier to admit to some of them but there are some that are still hiding in the truck under the spare tire – but I’ve learned from them too.

How proud are you of your dents?  Do you wear them proudly or do you hide them somewhere?