When I saw this sign, it immediately struck a chord with me. Sometimes I’m very hard on myself. I expect myself to write a hit song every time out. I expect great blogs that move people every time I sit at the computer. I want to be the perfect husband, father and friend.
The older I get the more I realize that perfection is never going to happen. I’m either going to do the best I can and accept that I’m never going to be perfect, or I will be dissatisfied with myself the rest of my life.
I’m choosing the former. I’m learning to say “I’m sorry” much quicker than I used to. I’m beginning to be able to tell people my limitations and to accept them myself.
In a sense, I believe I’m becoming more real. The real Marty is much happier in his skin. He has less weight on his shoulders. “In search of perfection” Marty still rears his head every now and then, but Real Marty is getting better at keeping things realistic and firmly grounded.
If you struggle with trying to be perfect, I’m here to testify that perfection is a difficult road to travel. Take a detour on the next “real” road you come to. I predict that you’ll be a happier, much more content person.
Oh, and I’m also discovering that “real” people write better songs. Perfect songs are hard to come by. And people who have to have everything perfect never seem to be able to finish a song. Go figure. Write on. ~MD