I made an In/Out box for my husband to deal with stack of papers clogging up his desk way back in the beginning of January. As of this morning we still hadn't put it into use because can you guess why? It wasn't perfect. After making it I agonized over the black smudge by the IN and the rough look of it, over whether or not I should glue the boxes together or leave them separated, over the best spot to put and whether it was the right size. On a off I have agonized over whether it was "done" or not. The other day I asked Pat why he hadn't used it yet--why he didn't like it. His answer was a revelation to me--It's fine, but I wasn't sure if you were done with it and I didn't want to upset you. Oh. You mean he didn't notice all the little things that were bugging me and didn't care that it wasn't glued together etc. Perfectionism is MY pit and most of the time when we are busy obsessing about some little imperfection everyone else is just going on with their lives. I couldn't tell you haw many happy moments, how many opportunities, how many friends I haven't made, how much peace I haven't had because I have been too paralyzed by my quest for perfection.
Today I am ok with just good enough! How about you?


