I much prefer imperfections to perfection. I love hair to be a little messy . . . faces slightly dewey, a slightly crooked tooth or smile or an outfit that has just a touch of the unexpected. It might sound weird, but I love it when things are just a little bit . . . off. It adds such beauty in my eyes! So in saying all that, I find it to be quite the oxymoron, that for as long as I can remember, (we’re talking since childhood here, kids) I have been operating under the umbrella ☂ of perfectionism. (Remind me to share the story about how I broke down on the eve of the first day of 2nd grade for fear that I couldn’t possibly do as well as I had in 1st grade! :/ ) #perfectionisttendencies
Last week I shared with you about how I have been putting off painting for about a year, and how my soul has been calling me to just pick up the brush . . . the conditions have never been perfect . . there’s always a laundry list of things to be done, a child to pick up or drop off, or a cluttered desk to clear before painting can begin. But today, in the midst of all of those things (including my daughter being home sick for the 3rd day in a row) I pulled out my watercolors and satisfied my soul.
Guess what . . .
That laundry list of things . . the picking up and dropping off of children, and the cluttered desk were all still there when I finished. Meaning, no one was starving, no one and nothing was being neglected . . . except my soul.
I painted amidst the mess of my desk because honestly, there just was not any other place to put the things on my desk, other than my desk. I painted while my daughter lay in my bed watching the Powerpuff Girls, and I painted while the long list of TO DO’s sat patiently waiting for me to finish. Funny thing is, I felt so exhilarated and happy when I was finished. And it only took me about 15 minutes to feel like I had gotten my fix! in addition to that It really helped me to get some of the collection details out of my head and onto paper. It wasn’t perfect, I would have liked to paint for a longer period of time, I would have liked to paint at a big spacious desk in a room full of natural light with out hearing the high pitched voices of Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup, but my daughter and I ended up mimicking them and laughing together in the process, so in my book, it was a win-win.
So I’ll end this rant with these 2 words . . .
There’s a time and a place for perfection, it has it’s merits, but not at the cost of your soul.