I have been thinking about the idea of perfection lately and the pressure we often put on ourselves to be perfect. So many of our ideas about what is perfect come from our personal history, our families, and our society. Life is a work in progress, and I forget that. We get to make choices, then try them on for awhile. Then we get to a fork in the road and can reassess whether or not that choice still fits. Choosing another path does not mean we made the wrong choice in the first place, it only means that it no longer fits or that it didn’t turn out like we anticipated. It is important to cut ourselves some slack and let go of the need to be perfect.
I would like to practice looking at life with more curiosity and adopt a position of “I wonder how that will unfold” rather than having an expectation and then judging myself or the experience as lacking if it doesn’t match up within that framework. Just think of all of the possibilities that would be available and all of the fun along the way!
I am sitting on my deck writing this and happened to look over at my garden. I have a rosebush that originally started from my grandma’s roses. I remember her putting these roses on my birthday cakes when I was a little girl. Today, they are starting to bloom in my yard. Talk about perfection!
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