At The Gracious Posse, we try to foster gracious living not perfection. There is a difference, and we want you to know that we embrace it. My maternal grandmother (Mima) definitely had perfectionist tendencies, and late in her life she revealed my grandfather’s definition of a perfectionist:
A perfectionist is one who takes great pains. . . . and gives them to someone else.
When it comes to perfection, we all want the surgeon, pathologist, pilot and air traffic controller to be perfect in their jobs, but not necessarily in their private lives. We should cut each other some slack and not place perfect expectations on ourselves or one another.
My husband, when I can’t find the perfect solution to a problem, admonishes,
Don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good.
Oh, how hard that is for me. We all want to have our results turn out perfectly just like the beautiful Pinterest pins or photos from Southern Living or Martha Stewart that grab our attention. Alas, we know through the School of Hard Knocks that sometimes our efforts do not yield that picture-perfect ending. Plenty of times I’ve had to admit that my efforts did not meet my expectations:
that was browner than I wanted (still tasted yummy)
and imperfect photos that I had no choice but to use anyway.
As a matter of fact, after I had drafted this post, I had to take a dose of my own medicine when the new pizza recipe I had made cooked longer than was prescribed (I even had it on a timer, but got distracted).
My impromptu dinner guests were lovely to eat the too-crispy crust and compliment the chef nonetheless. We had a good laugh and poured some more wine!
The point of all this is to encourage you to try something even though you fear that you may not be able to do it perfectly or under perfect circumstances. Go ahead, invite your friends over even if you don’t think your house is photo-shoot ready. If it doesn’t meet your standards, or out-right flops, then dust yourself off and say, just like aMl‘s mom croons,
September 4, 2013