Monday, February 16, 2015

Still not perfect.

So maybe this perfection crap is really getting to me.  I guess it is.  Aside from making perfect quilts, making perfect grades, the perfect cup of coffee, the perfect time, the perfect place.........I happen to think it is perfectly acceptable to be mediocre.  And I am damn good at being mediocre.  I do well enough to be proud of myself. I push myself enough that I am exerting some effort while still enjoying what I am doing. For me, perfection is kind of like thinking about infinity.  It makes my head want to explode.  If we are all perfect, well then what? I'm safe. I'll never be perfect and I am happy for it. Besides, I'm not sure who determines perfection. On campus, it seems as if perfection - or is it conformity - manifests itself in a black Northface jacket, partially untied Bean boots and a vague, automaton-like facial expression.  It seems that if you are that doofus wearing his high school varsity jacket or something other than of the moment outwear, you just don't meet the standard of perfection and you never will. 

I feel like I spend a great deal of my time trying to become something I am not, looking for things that aren't there, believing in stuff that doesn't exist and the whole time that I am seeking these things, I'm missing my life. I think perhaps, that I need to focus on what I like, quit worrying about what I don't like and quit complaining.  And be perfectly fine with my mediocre self.

1 comment:

Snowbrush said...

I'm not a picky person, but I couldn't help but notice that there's a bottle on your desk that needs to turned a little so that the label is facing squarely into the room. Also, I can see a bit more of the chair on one side of you than on the other. I will stop here because, like I said, I'm not a picky person, so it's not like I go around looking for imperfections even when they're obvious.

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