There’s the kind of perfect nobody is–never making mistakes. It’s the “you’ll never be good enough /smart enough/strong enough” perfect. That kind of perfect is perfectly awful!
And there is the fully here, fully engaged, “right-here-right-now” kind of perfect. It’s the “I am where I’m supposed to be” perfect. It’s a no-regrets way to live. Doing the best you can with the day you have in front of you. Loving and living and being as kind as you know how.
That kind of perfect can make mistakes, because missteps and detours are part of the journey. That kind of perfect can say, “Thank you” and “I’m sorry,” because it doesn’t have to be completely right and completely alone. That kind of perfect can comfort and be comforted, give and receive. There’s a lot you can do and be if you don’t always have to be right.
As promised, here’s your one, easy step:
1. ♥ Remain engaged, with love. ♥ It really is that simple.
What do you think makes perfection?
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A reminder from you, Dixie.
Thank you.
You’re very sweet, Kim.
A reminder from you, Dixie.
Thank you.
You’re very sweet, Kim.
I quit looking for perfection, Dixie, when I finally, finally realized that nothing can be perfect. Looking for perfection sets us up for a heck of a lot of disappointment ~ in ourselves and others. Life is easier with the pressure off.
That’s why I’ve changed my definition of perfection, cj. My Virgo fought it for a while, but had to concede it makes sense.
Right here, right now, with love. That’s my new perfection.
I’m with you all the way on that, Dixie.
There’s a story I’ve heard about Native American artists putting a little dink of some kind into their work so as not to offend the gods *just in case* their work was perfect.
I quit looking for perfection, Dixie, when I finally, finally realized that nothing can be perfect. Looking for perfection sets us up for a heck of a lot of disappointment ~ in ourselves and others. Life is easier with the pressure off.
That’s why I’ve changed my definition of perfection, cj. My Virgo fought it for a while, but had to concede it makes sense.
Right here, right now, with love. That’s my new perfection.
I’m with you all the way on that, Dixie.
There’s a story I’ve heard about Native American artists putting a little dink of some kind into their work so as not to offend the gods *just in case* their work was perfect.
Thank you for this beautiful post, Dixie!
I think that nothing is perfect… there’s really no such thing as “perfect,” at least in the way most people are given to understand that word.
The flaws and the anomalies and the quirks and the idiosyncrasies are what make everyone and everything beautiful. And… PERFECT.
Thank you for this beautiful post, Dixie!
I think that nothing is perfect… there’s really no such thing as “perfect,” at least in the way most people are given to understand that word.
The flaws and the anomalies and the quirks and the idiosyncrasies are what make everyone and everything beautiful. And… PERFECT.