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I am a perfectionist. In my failed attempts at perfection, I often feel I am living a life of mediocrity. Even though I have a desire to do things exactly right, rarely do I consider them up to par. It is easy for me to look at myself and nitpick the flaws, but recently I have forced myself to have an attitude adjustment. I have found beauty in mediocrity.
I have found beauty in:
my flowers that don't grow straight.
my crafts that are made askew.
my hair that has a mind of its own.
my handwriting that isn't always legible.
my freckles that I once considered flaws.
I have realized that:
dented pots and pans remind of new years celebrations past.
burnt dinners teach a young wife to be a better cook.
getting lost with a loved one in the car gives time for wonderful conversation.
crooked seams on a blanket show the love of a young mother for her new baby.
misunderstanding provides an opportunity for forgiveness and greater love.
Life isn't perfect. It was never meant to be. I have to remind myself of that everyday.
great post, great reminder!
ReplyDeletethank you for the reminder...I tend to get lost in the "I-have-to-be-perfect-to-be-successful" attitude and there just isn't perfect in a young mother's world...
ReplyDeleteI love this. Very poetic. Thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteSo well-said. "Life isn't perfect. It was never meant to be. I have to remind myself of that everyday." That's great and that's what I really need to do, too.
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