There is no perfect.
This is a hard lesson for me on so many levels.
As a Virgo, I am often paralyzed to begin
a project, knowing that I will not
be able to do it to the standards that I expect.
This dog-eared card was one I bought for myself.
I found it the week I graduated from college.
It became my mantra.
I read it every morning before I started my day.
These were the goals I had for myself.
But here's the thing,
Mr. Christian D. Larson.
And doing all those things,
although an altruistic goal,
And it might just have been me,
and my first child,
follow the rules personality.
But in trying to live up to this amazing code,
when I failed,
I felt a failure.
And Now We Are Six(ty)
As I have said, and so many of you know,
The path we plan
is rarely the path we follow
or the path we end up on.
And so this morning I read a blog post
from the delightful
Jen at The Broody Hen
(thank you, David)
I could try to give
an explanation of
"Sh*tty First Drafts"
but instead I will
give you, in her beautiful words,
the end of her piece.
And so, in my sixty-first year,
I will strive not for perfection.
But to receive grace and to give it.
And remember there is only forgiveness
and scar tissue and walking with a holy limp.
And that is good enough.