A few weeks ago, I gave the hubs about five minutes to get ready for our annual Christmas shot. (I’ve learned that trying to plan something that he doesn’t want to do will not work, so why not catch him off guard when he’s in a cheeky mood)? A few moments later we were over the “trying to pose” and agreed it was good enough. Shadows on the face-no problem. Dog wants to sit on my lap and avoid looking at the camera-who cares? I only mailed out a few this year anyway. I just couldn’t get it together and I’m okay with that.
Even though I am okay with not reaching perfection, I still secretly strive for it; but this year, I let go of the effort much faster. I played Shopkins with my niece until she tired of it. I decided not to cook the green beans on Christmas Eve, so I could have a cocktail while everything else baked in the oven. I attended as many social functions as I could and didn’t stress when I couldn’t make them. Even when I attended events that I normally take scrumptious food, I was okay when all I had was good wine. I even had friends over when my house wasn’t quite ready for visitors. It made the holiday season easier. After the prior Christmas and the year plus of palpable grief, I just wanted to rejoice in the blessings that had been shadowed by my pain and I did. I also convinced myself I had surely lost a pound or two, but alas, that was just a farce.
To know me is to know that I dance to my own tune and it’s rarely pretty and it is always far from perfect…but I do so with enthusiasm and a smile. It’s just not in me to be flawless. In fact, my sister bought me a tank that says I’m Flawsome. I do believe that our flawed selves can be awesome and that “Good Enough” works for me.