Wonderfully Imperfect

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i am a woman on the edge -- on the edge of greatness, of mania, and of wonder and amazement, all at the same time.

i am an artist and a corporate refugee, who has struggled and derailed and been really STUCK....and who continually dusts herself off.

here i share my artistic and personal journey, and how i became known as the "princess of getting up again" and the "imp-ress of imperfection"

it's a celebration of continually focusing on "being where i am," and never coming from a place of lack or "not good enough". it's a celebration of being "wonderfully imperfect", and you're invited!

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Celebrating Imperfection (Why This Blog)

Disregard the date, please! (I’m “bumping” this one to keep it at the top...)

We’re artists and wordsmiths,
watching the light and dark,
the struggle and the ease of our existence.

Aren’t you AMAZED by the big web we’ve woven?!!

I LOVE TO BE AMAZED!!!

I revel in the the correlation of the way we create art
and the way we create our lives.

I’m in love with the imperfections that make us “US"--
to me, that’s our ...PERFECTION.

Now, I didn’t always think so.

I’ve felt very out-of-the norm. Different. Not cool.
Definitely the stuff of “let’s vote-her-off-the-island.

I constantly heard (or felt) that I needed to be “fixed” or “work on” myself.

It took me a long time to realize
that I was wandering through my life, trying to “improve”,
and by doing so, not only setting myself up to fail-
but reinforcing, over and over again,
my lack of value and my inability to achieve what I wanted.

‘Cause if I needed to be “improved”— I must be “lacking”, right??
NOT!!!

I no longer buy into that.

I celebrate my imperfections.
Yes, I still struggle.
Yes, I get knocked down (often by myself!)
And boy, have I derailed!

But I truly believe that part of the of our journey here
requires learning to fall in love with imperfection,
and learning NOT to come from a place of lack.

We can recognize that
“stuck-ages” and “derailment” are
a lovely opportunity to STOP, and
examine our strengths.

We can SEE, really SEE
how our “patinas” and nicks and flaws
give us reason for celebration.

We can then remember,
--just as I remind myself, even now--
that we have everything we need
to thrive and grow....

...that we are WONDERFUL and AMAZING,
right here,
right now.

Posted by Nancy Vittoria Bello on 06/16 at 05:35 AM
Ain't Life GRAND? • (2) Comments • (11) Trackbacks • Permalink

Dearest Nancy, Oh my....you’ve made me cry this morning. I just listened to your “StucksVille” tape in the “Mansion” on Artella website. (that sounds pretentious doesn’t it?) You sure know how to spin a story missy...southern speak for...your words turned into pictures and touched my heart and changed my way of thinking about where I am right now. You not only articulated what I’ve been dealing for a long time but gave me permission and validation for my feeling of being stuck behind the wheel of “Christine”. What a clear parable that was for me. Maybe subconsciously when I jokingly quote “Don’t make me stop this car and come back there”, that’s exactly what I need to do.

Thank you sweet Nancy, I have a lot to ponder on today. Don’t stop blogging please...you are a diamond in the rough...just beginning to sparkle. Just remember, don’t get too big for your knickers...or you’ll make me stop the car and come back there young lady…

Love, Ruth

Posted by Ruth on 06/20 at 05:00 AM

And I’m here to echo Ruth’s sentiments. Nancy, even me listening to your recording was perfectly timed by the Universe, darling. I’ve had it open all week in Firefox, but it wasn’t until today that I felt like I could breathe enough to listen to this and really hear it. It was also after I’d written a long email to another friend, talking about my own Stuckville, and asking if she knew of ways to help with particular part of it (writing and making art). After that, I listened to your recording, having no idea what it was about, just knowing that it was from you, so it had to be good.

I am in awe at the power of your words, the power of the timing of your words, and just your gentle sweet way of delivering them. Like Ruth said, it’s like permission to feel what I feel when I’m ass-deep in Stuckville (lol, that’s really the only way to describe it, darling). And the best gift that you just gave to me is that I can see more clearly that it’s not the Universe that’s abandoned me here, it’s that I need to walk through this time to make room for something better, more meaningful. It’s the Universe caring for me more deeply than I ever realized, and if only I could explain to you what that means to me. It’s got me looking at past derailments in a whole new light, times when I thought that I really had been abandoned, and being able to see the possibility that that just wasn’t true, that the Universe was taking care of me. I’m in tears, Nancy, good tears, tears of relief. Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing your thoughts about derailment, and Annie Lamott, and your tears. I had never heard of Carolyn Myss, but I’ve got her website up now to go look at it.

I just love you for this recording, for just being who you are,

Kristina

Posted by on 06/24 at 04:57 PM

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