Perfection- NOT!
Jill's Wednesday post really has me thinking about how I use my time and why I do, or more importantly, DON'T do things. I am a perfectionist by nature- I don't want to do things unless they are going to meet my generally high expectations. That includes blogging which in my warped perfectionist mind should be detailed, chronological and include pictures. Jill's post, based off the book Too Soon Old, Too Late Smart by Dr. Gordon Livingston, suggests that if you wait for things to be "just right" then the time never comes- example: one blog post since I moved in May!
Well, no more! It's time to drop the expectations for perfection and enjoy life now, including blogging. It is most definitely NOT the perfect time- I am still in my pajamas in desperate need of a shower with kids crying for breakfast... but I glanced in the que of waiting blog posts and saw this picture:
It makes me happy.
It was meant to go in a post about my trip to Texas which, of course, I haven't written. But that isn't what I thought of when I saw it.
My little family LOVES watching So You Think You Can Dance and we all desperately wish we were dancers. But, as I looked at this picture, I felt like the two bodies in the sculpture are not those of trained dancers but those of people whose joy can not be contained- they feel it through their whole being. I have had moments in my life when I felt that way. I want to feel that way more often. Life is amazing and we are meant to have joy in every aspect of our life, even the hard ones! Joy that can not be contained- you just HAVE to move! I think I hold back sometimes because my movement won't ever be the perfection that is Will (have you seen him dance?!!). But maybe perfection is the feeling that inspired the movement more than the actual steps and it is time to just let myself dance! Looking at this picture makes me want to!
Well, no more! It's time to drop the expectations for perfection and enjoy life now, including blogging. It is most definitely NOT the perfect time- I am still in my pajamas in desperate need of a shower with kids crying for breakfast... but I glanced in the que of waiting blog posts and saw this picture:
It makes me happy.
It was meant to go in a post about my trip to Texas which, of course, I haven't written. But that isn't what I thought of when I saw it.
My little family LOVES watching So You Think You Can Dance and we all desperately wish we were dancers. But, as I looked at this picture, I felt like the two bodies in the sculpture are not those of trained dancers but those of people whose joy can not be contained- they feel it through their whole being. I have had moments in my life when I felt that way. I want to feel that way more often. Life is amazing and we are meant to have joy in every aspect of our life, even the hard ones! Joy that can not be contained- you just HAVE to move! I think I hold back sometimes because my movement won't ever be the perfection that is Will (have you seen him dance?!!). But maybe perfection is the feeling that inspired the movement more than the actual steps and it is time to just let myself dance! Looking at this picture makes me want to!
posted by jenn | 7/24/2008
5 Comments:
I didn't go to Texas, but I immediately thought of So You Think You Can Dance as well. I wish I could dance, but I know I can't... sad.
Will is great, but I have a major crush on Joshua! He did a rhumba with Courtney last week, and this week it was an Argentine Tango with Chelsie. I LOVE HIM! Everytime he dances I gigle and clap like a three year old. He seems to inspire that spontaneous joy that makes you jump up and dance!
I have always thought it was perfect that you are a perfectionist! Such a great quality! :) --Heather
Loved your insight...I'm afraid I struggle with the dreaded "P" word as well. So, here's to dancing more, even when I don't know how!
I LOVE to dance and move. I'm not great, but I literally CANNOT hold still when the music starts! My world revolves around music from the minute I get up to the second I turn off the lights at night. I crave it!
My sister is a ballet dancer and I have NEVER ONCE watched her on stage without tears rolling down my cheeks. Her movement evokes emotion in me that I can't even describe.
**My daughter has also inherited this gene and is the first child to get a little CD player in her room so she can "please dance mama?"
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