I don’t compost! I know, composting is a thing. It’s what woke people do with their kitchen scraps, especially if they have a garden, as we do. But we have tried it several times over the years and have not found the right formula. We began with a black composting drum which just produced slime. Then we did a compost pile in the backyard we threw our produce remnants on. That produced some errant gourds, lots of weeds, and the occasional animal interested in cantaloupe peels, but no compost either. The pile always looked like a pile of leftover vegetables, not too attractive. Then we contemplated a worm bin. But – no. It’s just too much work. So now we don’t compost.

It can feel mildly irritating watching those “perfect” lifestyle pictures passing through your social media feed because it gives the false impression that the authors lead perfect, flawless, sustainable, holistic, beautiful, magical, fantastical and accomplished lives. But nobody is perfect. Nobody.

Here’s another one. Cauliflower steaks. The idea is cool, but the pictures lie. You can only cut two perfect steaks out of one cauliflower because the slices hang together by the center core, the rest crumbles inevitably.

So when your cauliflower steaks falls apart, when your Halloween pumpkin doesn’t look like Martha Stewart’s, when you feel bad about not composting, when your hair doesn’t have that perfect blow-out look every day or the polish on your toe nails is starting to chip, it’s ok. It is ok! Sometimes we are beautiful, our home is beautiful, all is perfect and well, and sometimes it’s just not. That’s life.