Perfection vs Perspective

There was a time when I thought I had to have everything figured out before I shared anything. Like, life had to be all wrapped up with a bow before it was worth talking about.

But lately, I’m learning that’s not the case. It’s not about being perfect. It’s about perspective.

A few weeks ago, I wrote a book in a weekend. I know, that's wild sounding. It just came pouring out. Years of holding it in, trying to make sense of it all, and then suddenly... there it was on paper. And in that moment, something in me clicked. Maybe I’m here to help women feel less alone? Maybe I don’t have to be polished or perfect or “healed” to be helpful. Maybe the mess is the magic.

Then one day, I got on TikTok. No edits, no filters, just me. I said something like, “Hey… no one really talks about how lonely it is when your life crumbles.” And it was true. I have friends to support, but they are in totally different seasons, and I felt like I was drifting. Alone in a full room of loneliness.

I posted it and walked away.

The last time I checked, that video had over 20,000 views. I cried when I opened my phone and saw that. Because, just wow. God said your light shines wherever you go, and to know that 20,000 people felt something from my little moment on TikTok? That hit me deep. That’s a packed arena. That’s a whole college baseball stadium. My energy and my truth touched people. That’s God’s work right there.

That’s what perspective does. It shifts things.

Now let me tell you what else gave me perspective. The dog fight. Yep. I read a chapter of my book to my ex-husband. The chapter about him cheating. We both cried. It was heavy, but healing. Then somehow, in true plot twist fashion, we got into an argument about our dog. Not kidding.

He swore I said I wanted the dog. I swore I didn’t. And usually, I would’ve backed down. Questioning myself. Wondering, “Maybe he’s right?” But not this time. I stood firm. Calm.

Unbothered. I said, “That might be your truth, but my truth is I never wanted the dog. And both of those can exist.”

He stormed out and called me evil because I stood in "my truth" and not his. But for the first time ever, I didn’t flinch. I didn’t crumble. And that’s when it hit me. This is growth.

Sometimes it’s not about proving who’s right. It’s about standing in your truth and being okay if someone doesn’t agree with it. You don’t need to scream it or defend it. You just know.

So no, this season of my life isn’t perfect. But my perspective? Stronger than ever. And if sharing mine helps someone else feel seen, then I’ll keep showing up.

Because we don’t heal in silence. We heal when we speak up. Even if it’s just about dogs.