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.