Today is a wonderfully cool day, filled with lots of rain and cloudy skies. The sort of day I would love to lounge on my porch (if only I still had one!) and read a book, sip my tea and listen to the falling rain. Just a tiny bit of heaven on earth. A perfect summer day–at least in my humble and quirky opinion. There are those who might adamantly disagree.
However, it got me to thinking. It was recently suggested by someone who I might be a perfectionist. Well, I never thought of myself in that sense. Comparing myself to some I do consider perfectionists, I see myself as sort of loose about many things.
While it is true I have very little patience for repetitive ineptitude, I am forgiving of mistakes made in new learning. I am just the sort of person who expects others to ‘get it’ after several months have gone by. And they don’t have to be perfect either, just proficient. Just being able to complete whatever the task at hand might be.
If that makes me a perfectionist, then okay, I’ll tack that button to my lapel with the other buttons I already wear. Rather, I am inclined to think we can all have something important to us, separate from other things, that because of the position we hold whatever it is in, we might lean more toward perfection in regards to that. And then be more relaxing or flexible in other regards. It might be a person, a job, a chore, a place, whatever– just something held in higher esteem than others.
No, since it is still raining outside, and I still don’t have a covered porch, I will go stand in the doorway, breathe deeply and declare this moment perfect.