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 pal I haven’t seen in awhile and made a hearth, simply because it’s fairly (and in addition my front room is chilly.)
I re-wrote this publish thrice this weekend, on a completely completely different matter, more and more annoyed by how I wasn’t discovering the suitable phrases for the suitable concepts, and the suitable flip of phrase, after which … aha! I remembered my one-time guideline that carried me via a number of years of life like a barely lopsided, rusty boat: adequate.
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 at all times after juuust the suitable mattress linens, vacation meal, digital camera angle, and so on. Then I all of a sudden discovered myself a single father or mother with 4 youngsters and a full-time job and found the idea of “adequate.” In a neighborhood, in a metropolis, dedicated to striving for perfection at any and all prices, I phoned it in at any time when attainable. 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! Adequate! Might I’ve achieved extra, and achieved 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 tasks this weekend, together with this publish. I suppose … that is adequate, although. I imply it’s up, it has phrases and punctuation, you’re studying it. Job properly achieved! Or, at the very least, achieved.
This isn’t a nasty lesson for me to be taught. To re-learn. I don’t do New Yr’s resolutions, though as soon as upon a time I did. I used to be filled with concepts for enhancing myself and, thus, my life. However typically we simply present up late with the store-bought cookies and it’s superb.
What’s your philosophy? Adequate? Perfectionism in some (or all) areas?
Cowl picture: the quiche with the crust I needed to make twice immediately 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, nevertheless it tastes good! I say … adequate.