What is perfect? What is perfection?
Is it doing the “right” thing?
Is it having clear goals and going to school to achieve them?
Is it working hard?
Is it being better at something than everyone else?
Or is perfection really embodied in imperfection?
Is it in being humble?
Is it in admitting you’re flawed?
Can perfection be found in the effort rather than the result?
Does it lie in one’s intentions rather than their consequences?
Society seems to run on a one-up one-down system. It tells us we are better than our fellows if we have more money and success or the opposite. It puts us in a position of being different rather than the same.
I believe real perfection is manifested in caring for our fellow man and puts us in a context of sameness: not better, not worse – just equal.
For the past couple of days I’ve been on a self-defeating bent about blogging. After doing a little research last night I came to the conclusion that everyone’s blogs were better written, more aesthetically pleasing, and contained more valuable content than mine.
Fortunately, I have a wonderful husband who sees things from a different perspective than mine.
When I told him about my feelings this morning, he pointed out to me how interesting he thinks my quirkiness is: how my personal foibles make for interesting stories. He told me he thought my accounts of our misadventures and struggles reminds others they’re not alone.
He assured me that having a successful blog is about a lot more than having a professionally made logo or being meticulously organized. He said my stories are content that cannot be stolen or duplicated.
He likes my stick figure drawings.
Wisdom is difficult to argue with so given all of the above, I think I’ll pull myself up by my raggedy bootstraps and keep writing.