| Wednesday, April 28, 2004 |
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Whoever you are, there is some younger person who thinks you are perfect. There is some work that will never be done if you don't do it. There is someone who would miss you if you were gone. There is a place that you alone can fill. ~Jacob M. Braude
There is nothing perfect about this tree, yet I found it beautiful. That's how it is for many things. I am finding that trying to be perfect is a real time waster and I miss doing many things because I wait to do them until I can do them PERFECT. I have stopped myself from writing stories because they aren't perfect. I have deleted entire post for the same reason. A funny thing about that is I have left some of these posts (just so I would have something to post) and other people actually liked them. Perfect to me might not mean the same to you.
What is perfect anyway?
To me a perfect day would be sitting on a beach where it is 90 degrees, watching the waves, reading a book, sipping a drink and jumping in the ocean when it gets too hot. This might be pure torture to someone else, just as their idea of perfect might be torture to me. For example, shopping is horrible in my opinion, but it tops the list of favorite things for many people.
Trying to be perfect can get in the way of success. It sets up unrealistic goals. I can't submit this article until its perfect. Perfect to who? An article can be sent to 10 editors, 9 can hate it, but 1 can love it (this will be "perfect" for the next issue) and it can be published. I can't post this cartoon until its perfect. Again perfect to who? I can look at a piece of art and think it is terrific and the guy standing next to me might think it is absolute garbage. Perfect seems like more of an opinion to me than anything else.
I think it is time for me to stop worrying about being perfect and start worrying about having fun. It is time to enjoy the journey and stop worrying about the end results. Think about the funniest and best times of your life, many of mine had perfect endings but the beginning and middle were full of imperfections. |
posted by Kelly @ 4/28/2004 07:47:00 AM   |
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