Good Sufficient | Fragrance Posse

View from the sofa yesterday.

It’s been within the 40s right here the previous few days which is absolute heaven, not having to bundle up in opposition to the wind and icy chill. I bought collectively yesterday with a good friend I haven’t seen in awhile and made a hearth, simply because it’s fairly (and in addition my lounge is chilly.)

I re-wrote this publish thrice this weekend, on a completely completely different subject, more and more pissed off by how I wasn’t discovering the best phrases for the best concepts, and the best flip of phrase, after which … aha! I remembered my one-time tenet that carried me by means of a number of years of life like a barely lopsided, rusty boat: ok.

I’m a somewhat-reformed perfectionist who tried for perfection the primary a number of a long time of my life. (Did I succeed? Nope, however that didn’t deter me.) I used to be all the time after juuust the best mattress linens, vacation meal, digital camera angle, and many others. Then I all of the sudden discovered myself a single guardian with 4 youngsters and a full-time job and found the idea of “ok.” In a neighborhood, in a metropolis, dedicated to striving for perfection at any and all prices, I phoned it in each time doable. I introduced soda and chips to cookouts, hopscotched previous neighborhood committees, cheerfully declined non-obligatory obligations, and instructed my youngsters, welp! That’s the best way it’s! Ok! Might I’ve accomplished extra, and accomplished it higher? Yeah, in all probability. I suppose we’ll by no means know, will we?

Mercury’s in retrograde till the 18th. I’ve made a low-key mess of a number of initiatives this weekend, together with this publish. I suppose … that is ok, although. I imply it’s up, it has phrases and punctuation, you’re studying it. Job nicely accomplished! Or, a minimum of, accomplished.

This isn’t a nasty lesson for me to study. To re-learn. I don’t do New 12 months’s resolutions, though as soon as upon a time I did. I used to be stuffed with concepts for bettering myself and, thus, my life. However generally we simply present up late with the store-bought cookies and it’s wonderful.

What’s your philosophy?  Ok? Perfectionism in some (or all) areas?

Cowl photograph: the quiche with the crust I needed to make twice at present as a result of I dropped the primary crust taking it out of the oven after blind-baking it. The second appears to be like just like the canine made it, however it tastes good! I say … ok.