Things Don’t Always Have to be Perfectly Perfect…

I am a “faux” perfectionist. That means that I wish I could be the perfectionist I’d like to be, but I seldom get close to it. To me, a real perfectionist is someone who wants things to be perfect, then goes right to work to make sure that things really are perfect. That person should be wearing a gold badge. Right now my own badge would be made of tin, really cheap tin.

I wish I had a magic wand to make things perfect. Just take our office, for example. It is the perfect example of what we call a “blivet.” A blivet is basically 10 pounds of crap in a 5 pound container. All of our paperwork, files, my bead containers, books, computer, pictures, sewing stuff, cold and warm weather outdoor clothes (stuffed into a meager closet), CDs, knick-knacks, do-dads and all sorts of miscelany live there.

If this were the only room in the house stuffed to the gills, I wouldn’t feel so guilty about not getting it straightened away. But sadly, most of our rooms are like this. It’s a case of us having stuff we need (or may not need) and just plain not having enough room for everything. The “purge early, purge often” motto has somehow eluded us over the years.

Also, we will soon be moving my dad into our house. The Crankee Yankee has been busy getting the upstairs ready for him; a comfortable bedroom, a private bathroom, and a sitting room. Right now we are concentrating on bedroom and bathroom; the sitting room will have to wait.

Fortunately that’s really all Dad wants. So we have been focusing on this to get it all done as soon as possible. In my faux perfectionist way, I really wanted everything done including much more organization downstairs, every thing in place, things pared down to absolute necessity, etc. But first things first. Right now, Dad comes first.

Just the other night I had a real “road to Damascus” epiphany: not everything in this cluttered and much beloved little house has to be perfect! It will be more than enough to have my wonderful dad under the same roof with us. It will be more than enough to enjoy our meals together each day. It will be more than enough to sit together in our cluttered living room just being together. And it will be more than enough to love and cherish each other every day.

Right now I’ll take partially perfect over perfect-perfect. Perfect is having my dad here just as soon as possible. That’s what really matters.




2 thoughts on “Things Don’t Always Have to be Perfectly Perfect…

  1. Jodi says:

    Oh such a good ending! Yes!!!! Perfect is one of my least favorite words. 😉

  2. lulujbf7 says:

    Yup—one of my least favorite, too! Here’s to perfection on a small scale! 🙂

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