And Grace, Too
Someone could look at this flower and say “its not symmetrical”, “it smells too fragrant”, or maybe “it is too open”. But for one person, it can be perfect.
Perfection looks different for each individual, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Because the truth is, there isn’t a textbook set level of perfection because we each set our own.
To be honest, when it comes to a lot of things that I do, my level of perfection is set quite high. Not for anyone else to reach this level, but for ME to reach this level. And when it comes to doing things perfectly, it translates to me doing my best. For everything I care about, I put my best self forward. It takes thought, determination, motivation and of course LOVE. Whether it is baking a batch of cookies, or buying someone the perfect gift. I can guarantee that afterwards, I am satisfied. What can make this all muddled for me, is someone’s reaction. If someone tastes my cookie and says “yeah they’re okay.” That is when my idea of perfection changes. That is when I question myself and my work (I’m working on this one; letting go of opinions and just being satisfied with “MY perfect.”)
Key words above being “care about” – not everything I do is perfect. Somedays I half-ass it, just to get things done. And there is also nothing wrong with that. Like folding a fitted sheet. I mean COME ON! Round corners with elastics! ugh. On the days I have patience they come out in a neat, folded rectangle, for the other days, you’ll be lucky if it is rolled up into a ball and shoved into the closet (we take the good with the bad around here).
If there’s anything that I could choose that I do consistently with perfection, it would be taking time for myself daily. I make damn sure this happens and whatever I insert into the blank “______” space, its because I LOVE it, I CARE about it, and in the end I feel satisfied.
This morning, it was my cup of coffee. It was the perfect temperature, the perfect amount of cream, the perfect strength (my husband actually brewed that pot, which makes it even more appealing because I didn’t even have to make it). I sat alone before the kids came alive and just sipped my coffee in the dark with a lit candle and completely enjoyed every moment. It was perfect. And the BEST part is, I get to do it all over again tomorrow.
P.S. Is anyone else wishing for spring and these gorgeous lily’s to be growing all over???