I got a great giggle out of this snippet of a book I was reading last evening. It resonates with something I was recently told and a conversation I had the other morning.
Someone said, “You certainly have your own way of doing things”. It could have been taken, especially in the context it was said, as criticism but instead I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and said “Thank you, I take that as a compliment!”.
You see, I grew up in an area where you were supposed to do things a certain way, more or less. It was what was expected at least… Somewhere along the lines I associated this with “perfection” and “perfection” became a dirty word and “perfection” became shackles of added stress.
Over the years I’ve been able to break free from those shackles with the help of inspiring life artists along the way. I now find myself doing things my own way and it feels dang good. I know people enjoy spending time in my home, even though it’s not perfect: The meal is not Michelin rated and my accommodations do not get a spot in the latest issue of Relais & Chateaux but arms are wide open, friendships run deep and the laughter echoes in the walls.
Life is grand this way!