I am expecting company…at any moment…it’s the first time they have been in my
house…I’ve spent three days…cleaning…not three solid day…but…parts of days…doing the things that I only do on occasion…not the weekly tidying…
My thought was…I want everything to be perfect…but…then…Bertha…in her wisdom…told me that…perfection…was the last thing that I wanted…
Huh…
She said…that while I did want the house to be…warm…inviting…that to strive for…perfection…makes me crazy…makes me focus on any and every speck of dust…that comes floating by…that…when striving for…perfection…I can’t relax…and…honestly…I get irritable…not the best mood for entertaining…
Therefore…I am much better off…when I strive for what I really want to convey to my friends…this is a house…a home…where you can be comfortable…where you are welcome…it may not be…perfect…but…neither am I…nor do I want to be…
Perfection…is a lot to live up to…sets a high standard…one that I really don’t want to maintain…on a daily basis…
She showed me the word…imperfect…then…changed it just a bit…adding an apostrophe and a space…so that it magically became…I’m perfect…
I have to admit…I didn’t see that one coming…
Jane
PS…now I just have to figure out what to wear…geez…
Wow! I’m perfect! Made Me Cry, I Have To Say. That’s Been My Problem In The Past. Thanks Bertha!
Awww…thank you Tamy…so glad the post was meaningful to you. (((HUGS))) and you are perfect! 😉