In this age of Martha Stewart perfection, curated social-media renditions of ourselves, and airbrushed photo-shopped magazine spreads, to name a few, it's stupid easy to forget that things don't have to be perfect. Actually, they shouldn't be perfect. It's ok to stop, and accept that good enough can just be good enough.
Ok, fine. I still get hung up about a few things. I won't go out with chipped nail polish, a coat with a missing button, or boots that need heels replaced (clack clack clack). But for most things in life, I've grown to accept, and in fact embrace, that sometimes what it is, is just good enough. Man, she's right. This simple word of wisdom washed a wave of relief over me, and let me off the hook. To dismiss the pressure I put on myself, in fact to write so publicly exposing my fallibility (gasp), has been a process - one that has been hard to cede, but a veritable relief once realized.
Ok, fine. I still get hung up about a few things. I won't go out with chipped nail polish, a coat with a missing button, or boots that need heels replaced (clack clack clack). But for most things in life, I've grown to accept, and in fact embrace, that sometimes what it is, is just good enough. Man, she's right. This simple word of wisdom washed a wave of relief over me, and let me off the hook. To dismiss the pressure I put on myself, in fact to write so publicly exposing my fallibility (gasp), has been a process - one that has been hard to cede, but a veritable relief once realized.
Life is too short to get hung up on the pursuit of perfection. I don't need to spend it worrying about things that won't mean a thing in a hundred years. I think we need to worry about things that really do matter - not external perceptions that grow from other people's hangups, but the things that truly enrich our own lives and those of others. The nails / boots / buttons notwithstanding.
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