I do love perfection. I just hate what it takes to get there.
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Why do you like perfection? I always like things to be imperfect. People have flaws, and if they were perfect, there would be no mistakes, creations, cures etc. Isn’t it in the differences that paintings, flowers, diamonds and many other things that make them special? Often we love our friends and family more when they err and then realize their mistakes and learn a lesson. Perhaps you are thinking about baking,cooking,sewing,designing etc? My housekeeping skills are imperfect and certainly my makeup skills need assistance. Makes one think though, so thanks for keeping the old cells working!
So be happy with imperfection! The hard knocks of life, the times of being imperfect, give us character. It is usually more interesting reading or hearing stories of the imperfect times in others’ lives. Now I will stop!
nice thought
Thanks…
love your quote. As a Virgo, I struggle with the issue. I never achieve it, but I’m quite happy with that! Like you said….”some of my best ideas have come from my mistakes!” I agree wholeheartedly! And that’s also how I learn! So, here’s to Mistakes….! (and no erasers!)
Discipline
Ooh, the D word!
Universally shared truth:)
Yea & Amen.
At least I’d like to do everything perfectly, but (you may have noticed) I don’t. I think the problem comes in when we can’t like ourselves because we’re not perfect. Or the devil takes hold of our past errors and torments us with them. I’ve been down those dead-end streets too many times myself.
Thinking of things turning out “right”, here’s one of my all-time favorite quotes (wish I could remember who said it): “When we expect things to go perfectly, even a run in our pantyhose can achieve the dimensions of a tragedy.”
Ha! And who wears panty hose! Actually, I gave up on perfection long ago. I just do the best I can do.
Perfection is interesting. When I owned a flower shop a customer and her friend stopped by the shop. They were looking at bouquets. They picked on up and said, “Oh my God, this is the most horrible thing I’ve every seen. Why would anyone make such an ugly arrangement.” Well, I had made it, I smiled and waved as they left, I was licking my wounds and wondering if all I knew about flowers and arranging was wrong. Was I doomed to failure?
About an hour later another customer came in walked over to the case, ooohed and ahhhed, picked up the horrible arrangement, brought it to the counter and said, “This is perfect. I LOVE. It is exactly what I have been looking for. You are so talented.”
From that day on my motto has been “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and there is no accounting for taste, even my own.” I think the same can be said for perfection.
Feeling a little better yet?
Good story . . . and lesson. My ribs are feeling some better, but progress is slow. And now I have a groin pull which is causing every step to hurt like crazy. It was, I think, a Zumba injury a couple of days before the fall. The fall probably exacerbated it, and that was masked by the heavy meds. Now that I am off those and using homeopathics remedies, I am feeling it! Either that or I have been invaded my aliens that are eating me from the inside out. A real possibility! My sad aga.
Aliens, if I remember correctly, use us for experimentation. Who knows what evil lurks….bwahahaha …only the Shadow knows.
And on that note, thanks for letting me camp out in the blog this morning. Make it a great day!
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