I’ve been thinking a lot about perfection lately. About how we are all constantly trying to achieve it. How falling short can get us down. How reaching our perceived ideal can put a spring in our step or an extra gold star on our imaginary lapel. It’s enticing, like a drug or a good taco. I’ve spent a lot of my own time and energy in this pursuit and I honestly do think it can be a really good thing. Who doesn’t want to be their best self, create something perfect or always say the right thing at the right time? I know I do. But you know what? I’m not perfect, you’re not perfect and that’s kind of the way it should be. Perfect is boring. Perfect wouldn’t knit a pair of socks that look like they should be worn by an elf. Perfect wouldn’t fall down stairs periodically and end up with a great story involving flip-flops and the Tower Bridge. I’m not saying to give up and resolve to be mediocre, I’m just saying to release the pressure and let yourself off the hook. You’re never going to be a perfect parent, a perfect friend, or a perfect employee but in the meantime you can let your hair down and have a little fun along the way. Like I said before, perfect is boring….so maybe we should all have a little more fun enjoying our imperfections.