It has taken me this long to come to the conclusion that perfection is not perfect and that order does not always create a relaxation. Nor does cleanliness or monetary income. Maybe when I lived in a one bedroom apt by myself, it was close to being true...but not anymore, and not for a long time! It took 4 years of being married and two little boys to force me into this realization...I wasn't going willingly. It just happened. Trying to create order in our house of boys is impossible if I truly want to do all of the things I want to do with the boys. Too stressful and not worth it! Finally, I'm learning to let go a little bit and have fun. Keeping up with the Jones' sucks. Not that I was ever really good at doing everything - it just bothered me that I couldn't do everything i believed that I should be. Now, it's okay with me that I can't - and know that I won't.
In my opinion, being okay with not being perfect, is harder than striving to be perfect.
Wouldn't it be nice if you just instinctively knew how to live happily and didn't have to figure it out for yourself?
...yes.
ReplyDelete