After you’ve been asked that by your life/biz coach a few dozen times, you stop fighting it and … well … start seeing the Perfection in that question.
But it can take a while to get to that. And some days it’s easier than others to find the Perfection around me.
And as Perfection would have it, this morning was one of those times. I didn’t feel like writing about Perfection, but this blog topic was pre-determined — I’m part of a “blog-sharing” group, and once per month, we write about the same topic from each of our individual perspectives, starting with ideas by Lorin Beller Blake of Big Fish Nation. (See Lorin’s blog post this week: “Where can we find perfection?”)
Today was one of those slow start, grumbly, “I-am-One-with-my-flannel-sheets-don’t-even-THINK-of-making-me-leave-them!” sort of days. Coffee did finally lure me out of my down-comforter cave, but although it tasted good, it did diddleysquat for my motivation.
I hid from the day for a while behind my new book, “Animal Speak” (omg, thank you for the surprise, Rebecca!). Soaked in some tidbits about the significance of specific animals in my environment, the importance of interacting with and learning from nature.
Finally pushed myself thru the frrreeezing cold (exercise room above our detached garage) to the spin bike and grumbled my way through a 25 minute ride (yeah, it was supposed to be longer than that).
All the while wondering how I was going to write about seeing Perfection around me.
Perfection in this tired, doubtful, internal-argument day? I don’t think so.
Jazzy "Li'l J" Oreo Manne King
So I went back inside. My freakin’ adorable cross-eyed tuxedo kitty Jazzy met me at the door, meowing. Remembering what I had just read in “Animal Speak,” I picked her up to see if she’d maybe give me some of her usually spastic energy.
Wouldn’t you know it, today she just hung there in my arms… quietly, happily watching the birds outside while licking my thumb. So I watched with her.
Then I remembered my friend earlier this week pointing out the different birds in her backyard. And how she looked up the identification of some of them while I was on the phone with her.
So I got my bird book and looked those little guys up. Sure enough, Tufted Titmouse. And of course the usual Cardinal pair, and some sort of woodpecker, and Chickadees, and a House Finch or two.
I forgot about my grumbliness.
I forgot about my resistance to the day.
And I found Perfection all around me.
It’s not that everything has to be perfect. It’s that we trust that there is Perfection in whatever is there.
Trust that Perfection is all around you right now … and even on those days when you’re too off kelter to seek it yourself, Perfection will find you
(and just now as I type, Jazzy jumps up on the desk and curls herself around my laptop…)
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My colleagues’ posts on this topic:
Whitney Ferre (Creatively Fit): Creative Thinking Around Perfection
Rebecca P. Cohen (Rebecca Plants): What is there to love about cold weather? A lot.
Peg Calvario (Letters to Jodi): Where is the Spirit of the Season?
