I struggle with wanting everything to be just right. To not make mistakes. To demonstrate my skills. To keep it together. Show folks I have things. in. control.
But I’ve realized (since turning 40 last year) that it doesn’t really get me anywhere…this never-ending desire for perfection. So, over the last 12 months I’ve been practicing imperfection. Letting my son wear his baseball uniform that just came out of the (dirty) laundry to his game. Not signing up to volunteer at every school event. Not minding when the couch stays in the fort formation for longer than it “should” be there. Embracing that frozen pizza is really an okay option for dinner if it saves me from melting on the floor after a long day at work.
And…laughing (instead of feeling stupid or lame or less than) when I figured out that I’d posted a “Thankful Thursday” post on a Wednesday. (That would be the case with yesterday’s post.)
Basically, I’m not sweating the small stuff. And for that, I’m actually very thankful.