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 acquired collectively yesterday with a pal 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 put up thrice this weekend, on a completely totally different subject, more and more annoyed by how I wasn’t discovering the fitting phrases for the fitting concepts, and the fitting flip of phrase, after which … aha! I remembered my one-time guideline that carried me by way 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 many years of my life. (Did I succeed? Nope, however that didn’t deter me.) I used to be all the time after juuust the fitting mattress linens, vacation meal, digicam angle, and many others. Then I instantly discovered myself a single mum or dad with 4 children 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 every time attainable. I introduced soda and chips to cookouts, hopscotched previous neighborhood committees, cheerfully declined non-obligatory obligations, and informed my children, welp! That’s the way in which it’s! Ok! Might I’ve accomplished extra, and accomplished it higher? Yeah, most likely. 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 put up. I suppose … that is ok, although. I imply it’s up, it has phrases and punctuation, you’re studying it. Job properly accomplished! Or, no less than, accomplished.
This isn’t a nasty lesson for me to be taught. 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 filled with concepts for bettering myself and, thus, my life. However generally we simply present up late with the store-bought cookies and it’s nice.
What’s your philosophy? Ok? Perfectionism in some (or all) areas?
Cowl photograph: the quiche with the crust I needed to make twice in the present day as a result of I dropped the primary crust taking it out of the oven after blind-baking it. The second seems to be just like the canine made it, however it tastes good! I say … ok.