Belly Up to the Clouds
Why can't things ever be perfect?
The annual volunteer celebration was today and while it was good, and I think my volunteers enjoyed themselves, there were still a series of small errors and missteps. Things I forgot to do, things I forgot to say, etcetera, etcetera.
My mom told me once that it is the reaching toward perfection that is living. Maybe she's right. Maybe I need to stop asking myself why things can't ever be perfect -- and start asking myself whether I should expect that they will be.
The annual volunteer celebration was today and while it was good, and I think my volunteers enjoyed themselves, there were still a series of small errors and missteps. Things I forgot to do, things I forgot to say, etcetera, etcetera.
My mom told me once that it is the reaching toward perfection that is living. Maybe she's right. Maybe I need to stop asking myself why things can't ever be perfect -- and start asking myself whether I should expect that they will be.