A couple days ago, I was driving home from good old Jazzercise at the Lafayette Community. The weather was hot. I was wet with sweat. I had my top down. No, no, not the naughty thought my hubby jokes about every time I say that! I had the top on my convertible down. Perfection. The hot sun was mitigated by the cooling breeze on my damp clothes.
Then yesterday same scenario, but way less pleasure. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice…just not perfect. Who am I? Goldilocks? Is it only good if it is “just right” ?
I had had this same thought over the last couple of weeks. One day I so so wanted to work out in the garden but it was too cold. Then as weather would have it (=wacky northern California/Bay Area weather), the next day I had the free time to be in the garden but it was too hot. Then came the day when it was just right and I had such a fun time working outside. But on that day when it was just right and I had had so much fun, I reminded myself that I would have also had fun on the too cold day and the too hot day, IF ONLY I HADN’T NIXED GOING OUT BECAUSE IT WASN’T PERFECT!
Sometime good enough really is pretty darned great! I do love the perfect moment. Love it and savor every bit of it. But I am truly against perfectionism! Both in the less than compassionate actions we take against ourselves for falling short, and now in this new way. It doesn’t have to be perfect to be good.