The Pursuit of Perfection


Sorry for the imperfect picture-this was iPhone quality

I received this coupon in the mail a while back  (no, it wasn’t a hint-or was it?). The Perfect Image, a place of great change. As you can see, there are many services to make you “perfect”. A lot of them, I have never heard of. Then again, I just got my first massage in August. My first manicure/pedicure two years ago. What do I know?

This may come as a big shock, but I am not perfect. Siiigh. There, I said it out loud (sortof). I am so imperfect, it’s not even funny. Even if I had the money, and did all the above services, I would still be imperfect. This ad got me thinking, what is perfect, and the pursuit of it? Does anyone find it? If someone does find it, do they keep it?

Why? Why, do we have to be so perfect?

I’ll admit, I’m a perfectionist to a certain extent. I blame it on being born the cusp of Leo-Virgo. Virgo’s are perfectionist, Leos don’t care. I don’t read my horoscope or anything, just talking in general terms. Yes, I edit to death a post. I’ve even been known to go back and edit old posts. They are still not perfect, much to my dismay.

When Sydney was a toddler, I ordered some sticker books off the internet. They were so cool! They had these brilliant photos, with shapes outlined to match each sticker. I thought it would be so fun. She could place the stickers herself, as we read the book.

I noticed pretty quickly, she used all her concentration to place each sticker, perfectly. She would not put a sticker in the wrong spot, nor would she put it somewhere without an outline. Hard as I tried to get her to use her imagination, she was intent on the placement, exactly where it was supposed to go.

I, seriously, felt like a Mom failure. Here I was raised by a free thinking pre-school teacher. But there I go teaching my daughter to, literally, stay in the lines. I am pleased to report, as a teenager, she DID grow out of this. Her room? Yeah, no where near perfect. HA!

I’ve also relaxed my pursuit of perfectionism in most things. Maybe, it’s age. Maybe, it’s desire. Maybe, it’s time. Maybe, it’s just the realization that I will never be perfect. I am happy the way I am.

This blog is also not perfect. I don’t have a theme. I don’t have a genre. I don’t have a schedule. I don’t have any expectations. I didn’t begin to write it to be famous. I didn’t even write it for therapy. I just wanted to write, my story, because at the time, that was important. Okay maybe slightly therapeutic

Then it began to be other stories. Life stories, living stories, stories that shaped me. Loving stories, stories of heart and soul, stories that filled me up. Laughing stories, because if you can’t laugh at yourself, then who can you? I have to admit, I find so many things amusing.

Sometimes, I read other blogs that just blow me away. I wonder why I am blogging? I’ll never write as well as her. I’ll never have my punctuation or vocabulary up to that level. I don’t have that kind of talent or imagination. And I bet they don’t edit a gazillion times.

Maybe, I doubt because I’ve never had writing classes, college, or any other form of higher education. Just high school, and that was twenty years ago. But then I realize…..

This blog isn’t perfect, and will never be perfect, but with all the quirks and edits, it works just perfect for me.

On another blog note,
I have a new blog button thanks to Elizabeth at Confessions from a working mom.

Ain’t she sweet?? Thank you Elizabeth! I feel like I’ve arrived.

Prologue: A healthy reflection post

In the depths of winter, I finally found there was in me an invincible summer.– Albert Camus, author
             


Stepping closer to the light at the end of the tunnel

 Hard times are inevitable–death, financial struggle, family problems, the loss of a job, depression–all of these tough times are just seasons. Abraham Lincoln once said, “This too shall pass,” and you can apply it to both the good times and the bad. The thrill of a new relationship won’t endure forever, just as the grief of losing a loved one won’t either. So endure the hardships of life, knowing that time will eventually heal your wounds and you will make it through. Think about what struggles have occurred in your life and what they taught you. No matter how dim the light at the end of the tunnel seems, it is still a light. Each day is an opportunity for that light of hope to get closer and closer, until eventually the clouds above your head part and you feel the forgotten sunshine on you again. Overcoming pain makes you stronger and better equipped to handle the next valley.

 

I title this a prologue because the next blog entry I will post is a personal misery. I don’t particularly want to post a storm without a rainbow at the end.

But typically, this is how I live my life, knowing that with time, the dark toil of suffering has a dim light that grows bigger. That every lesson I learned the hard way, shaped my soul to be who I am. Every tear I shed,  gave my heart another layer of depth. Every heart wrench, softened me in just the right place. Every nerve wracked, brought me closer to the strength inside.

With my head held high, I tell you, I’ve made awful mistakes. I am no where near perfect, not then,  and certianly not now. I can bravely put my whole self, not just the good side, for all the world to see.  I am proud of what I’ve been through. I am proud to know God has a purpose for me.  I am proud of the good and the bad. I was wonderfully made to serve and understand so much more than so many others.

Shine. Endure. Know. You are one struggle closer to a better you, a more complete you, a more blessed you, a you that will astound…… even YOU.

The truth is that one day you will look back and see how all the pieces fit together. And how your life has been a complete and utter success.

 Be invincible!