I’ve often heard it said, “I wish I had another 12 hours a day for…”
I’m starting to realize that it doesn’t matter whether or not we have a 24- or 36-hour day – we’ll all still cram our days full of drama. This may account for my epiphany I had earlier today.
It is time to scrape off the barnacles of life and swim more freely. (Just thought I’d make that publicly known.)
This is very deep cryptic thinking. I have given up trying to organise my over-fllied days. I figure the Almighty will guide me where He wants me to be. Barnacles have a habit of re-attaching, we need regular quiet time to get them off.
Comment by Mary B — April 30, 2008 @ 4:41 am
I think we have an old saying for it – stop and smell the roses – but scraping off the barnacles of life works too.
I used to be a pathetic perfectionist. I had wonderful final products – they were perfect because they were not final until they were. The only problem with that was my “to do” list never saw things move off of it. (Metaphor)I would starve if I was paid production rate.
And then I got the sloppy sister in law who started decorating her little love nest. She sewed, she painted, she refinished, she reworked, and to to my horrors her hems were not technical perfection, her painting would never win awards, she had a far larger tolerance for imperfection than I had. How dare she settle for work so flawed?
And the strangest thing happened….when it all was hung or put in place, you didn’t notice the flaws. It looked great. She accomplished in 6 months and was already enjoying what I in 5 years was still working on and yet to complete or enjoy, and meanwhile was still working instead of playing because that “to do” list budged S-L-O-W-L-Y.
So I cast off my shackles, nee barnacles of perfectionism and found that 24 hours in the day was just perfect.
It was a big lesson for me about how perfectionism and ambition must be tempered if you have any plans to live your life with some roses.
Comment by Anonymous — April 30, 2008 @ 6:29 am
I think we have an old saying for it – stop and smell the roses – but scraping off the barnacles of life works too.
I used to be a pathetic perfectionist. I had wonderful final products – they were perfect because they were not final until they were. The only problem with that was my “to do” list never saw things move off of it. (Metaphor)I would starve if I was paid production rate.
And then I got the sloppy sister in law who started decorating her little love nest. She sewed, she painted, she refinished, she reworked, and to to my horrors her hems were not technical perfection, her painting would never win awards, she had a far larger tolerance for imperfection than I had. How dare she settle for work so flawed?
And the strangest thing happened….when it all was hung or put in place, you didn’t notice the flaws. It looked great. She accomplished in 6 months and was already enjoying what I in 5 years was still working on and yet to complete or enjoy, and meanwhile was still working instead of playing because that “to do” list budged S-L-O-W-L-Y, very S-L-O-W-L-Y.
So I cast off my shackles, nee barnacles of perfectionism and found that 24 hours in the day was just perfect.
It was a big lesson for me about how perfectionism and ambition must be tempered if you have any plans to live your life with some roses.
Comment by Anonymous — April 30, 2008 @ 6:31 am