Sometimes I think there is just too much “put together perfectness” on the internet. And then we can start believing our messy, real life lives are less than. Not as good. Just don’t measure up. I do this. Often. Too often. I remember telling my sister-in-law awhile back that when I look at my stove and it’s dirty, all that I hear inside my mind is “Failure!” As if it were a measure of judgment on my character. I feel that way when I see laundry piled up, toys strewn all over the living room, dishes overflowing in the sink, etc. A failure because every moment of my life doesn’t…