You know how it is when you try to be perfect, and someone else just doesn't get it?
And you fall short...or what you did falls short?
It makes me feel like those imperfect lemons at Harris Farms. Wonky, beat up, but still filled with usable juice. Are you with me??
When times get rough -- and I get disappointed in my less than perfect self -- I remind myself of this line from the Persian poet, Rumi:
That's the whole point of life, right? We enter each other's imperfect nests.
We're all trying to do the best we can, and often our best is...not ideal.
Imperfect.
I was talking to our sixteen year old son about imperfection. He said I was missing the beauty in it. Then he said this:
I love that. I love it so much I made it into a sign and stuck it up on my office wall.
He's got the guts to love his own rough edges -- to see value in his imperfections. I need to be more like that.
I find it SO hard to turn my perfect dreams into an imperfect reality. But that's what I have to do. It's what we all have to do.
Embrace our rough edges.
Remember that everybody has them.
And keep on entering each other's messy nests.
