Like beauty, perfection lies in the eye of the beholder. Imperfections become irrelevant when you learn to look beyond them and fall in love with what you see.
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This is an extremely difficult ask for a perfectionist to whom nothing ever seems perfect! When you are forever grappling with the mediocrity that surrounds you.
I am a perfectionist. One locked in a constant struggle to overcome the habit. For I see my pursuit of perfection as nothing short of a vice.
Let me tell you why. Say M cooks the most delicious meal for the family as he so often does. And then clears up, but not to my exacting standards. I see the remnants of a mess in the kitchen and throw a strop. Words are exchanged in the heat of the moment. What should have been an enjoyable family meal now becomes a battleground, putting an unnecessary strain on our relationship.
I have learned, am in the process of learning, to let go. To look beyond the mess at what really matters. That M has gone to the trouble of cooking a delicious meal. That he has made an effort to clear the kitchen because he knows how much it annoys me to see it in a mess.
Everything falls into place after that epiphany. My kitchen is not perfect and neither is my life. But I am learning to enjoy it with all its imperfections.
As parents, we all dream of that perfect baby. One who is good as gold and grows up to be the perfect human being accomplished in every walk of life. We all aspire to produce such a child.
Reality is far removed from these dreams of perfection. My child still struggles with his sleep. He wakes up at unearthly hours and can be incredibly demanding. He dawdles at most everything and drives me potty with his tears and tantrums. He is not a perfect.
But then neither am I. I have my grumpy moments. There are times when I raise my voice and yell at my child (in spite of my vow of Yellibacy). Then the guilt hits and I am left even more dejected than when I was yelling.
We still love each other to bits, more than anything else in the world. And while we continue to work at being perfect, we carry on relishing our imperfections. I see no point in pursuing perfection if you are to end up a nit-picking pessimist who can never see the good in anything.
Perfection is a myth. What is real is learning to live with imperfections and finding happiness in them.