I could have cleaned this hurricane off before I took the picture, but instead, I focused on the dust…it was hard, but I did it.
Now I’m about to say a dirty word. (So cover your ears if you’re easily offended). Perfectionist. There, I said it.
On the surface, it might seem that being a perfectionist is a good thing, and sometimes it is. It means that I don’t stop until something is just right. It means that I will push myself further and further until I learn a new skill. It means that people often tell me that I’m really good at this, or that, or the other thing, which is nice.
But being a perfectionist is also a curse. Because I don’t stop until something is just right. Which means I might start over 25 times. Because I will push myself further and further, which means I might stay up until 1:30 a.m. “perfecting” something when I should be snoring. (yes, apparently, I do). It also means that I don’t like to do things that I’m not good at. Even if they might be fun. And it means that I am never satisfied, because perfect is unattainable. I do too much. I drive myself crazy.
So here’s my new goal. Be good enough. Most of the time, no one will even be able to tell the difference. Most of the time, all the little perfectionist things I do along the way don’t really affect the outcome. And besides, what’s the worst that could happen?
It’s going to be hard, I don’t know if I can do it, always. When it comes to my work, I will still strive for perfection. But when it comes to the little things, like dust on a hurricane, too salty soup, or cat hair on the couch, I will try to strive for good enough. When it comes to decorating for the holidays, or planting my garden, or fixing my unruly hair, I will let good enough be good enough.
I could have focused on the egg in the photo, and the dust would have been lost in the blur. You wouldn’t have known it was there.
Or I could have stopped to clean the dust off.
Reassembled the shot, started over.
But I didn’t. I let you see my dust.
And that was perfect.