1.0Bulles de bonheurhttps://bullesbygundula.com/en/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content"><a href="https://bullesbygundula.com/en/its-boring-to-be-perfect/">It’s boring to be perfect!</a></blockquote> <script type='text/javascript'> <!--//--><![CDATA[//><!-- /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";var e=!1,n=!1;if(l.querySelector)if(d.addEventListener)e=!0;if(d.wp=d.wp||{},!d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage)if(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if(t)if(t.secret||t.message||t.value)if(!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var r,i,a,s=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),n=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),c=0;c<n.length;c++)n[c].style.display="none";for(c=0;c<s.length;c++)if(r=s[c],e.source===r.contentWindow){if(r.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message){if(1e3<(a=parseInt(t.value,10)))a=1e3;else if(~~a<200)a=200;r.height=a}if("link"===t.message)if(i=l.createElement("a"),a=l.createElement("a"),i.href=r.getAttribute("src"),a.href=t.value,o.test(a.protocol))if(a.host===i.host)if(l.activeElement===r)d.top.location.href=t.value}}},e)d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",t,!1),d.addEventListener("load",t,!1);function t(){if(!n){n=!0;for(var e,t,r=-1!==navigator.appVersion.indexOf("MSIE 10"),i=!!navigator.userAgent.match(/Trident.*rv:11\./),a=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),s=0;s<a.length;s++){if(!(e=a[s]).getAttribute("data-secret"))t=Math.random().toString(36).substr(2,10),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t);if(r||i)(t=e.cloneNode(!0)).removeAttribute("security"),e.parentNode.replaceChild(t,e)}}}}(window,document); //--><!]]> </script><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://bullesbygundula.com/en/its-boring-to-be-perfect/embed/" width="600" height="338" title="“It’s boring to be perfect!” — Bulles de bonheur" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe>We were having dinner with a friend who told us that he found perfectly shaped fruit, vegetables and other foodstuffs boring. He insisted that he liked and was drawn to imperfections like wonky tomatoes and twisted carrots. I joked that that must be the reason why my husband loves me – because of my imperfections! Isn’t it our imperfections that make us different? What if they really were the thing that differentiated us from others? All those unfinished life projects that we’re always working on? Those ways to try and better ourselves? Those challenges that we take on? Anyway, could you really love a “perfect” being? There’d be no surprises. Wouldn’t life and the people you met along the way be pretty dull? I say loud and proud that I’m imperfect. What about you?http://bullesbygundula.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Le%CC%81gumes-tordus.jpg