Hey, it’s Rey. The title’s courtesy of Lindy-Loo, but the post is all mine.
The Boss actually gave me the idea—the inspiration—from something she said the other day. She’d finished editing “HA-HA-HA-HA”, turned off the laptop, and murmured “perfect”. Not that she thinks it’s actually flawless or spot-on or anything like that. Perfect because she’s given it her all and—yeah, although she knows she could edit it another five times—it’s time to say and embrace “The End”.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be thoroughly skilled, or defect-less (my word), or “excellent” but remember this: perfect isn’t about being that, it’s about being good enough in your eyes. Aim to be the best you can be; there’s nothing wrong with that—in fact, it’s something we should all do—just don’t expect to be p-e-r-f-e-c-t. That will never happen—as perfectionists (or high achievers, as they’re sometimes called) can confirm—because there’ll always be something that could use tweaking.
There’s nothing wrong with setting high goals, either; just don’t obsess about it. Take me. I was a B-actress. I’d have loved to be an A-list one. I’m talented, but I also know exactly how talented I am—i.e. I acknowledge my limitations and accept them. Yes, I can work on them (and I have, and I do), but I’ll never be a Meryl Streep or Julianne Moore, and I am fine with that. I . . . am . . . good . . . enough. I take pleasure in being as perfect as I can be.
There are some fields/areas that do need 100% perfectionism—like medical and engineering (anything where being off even a teeny-weeny bit could be deadly or dangerous), but I don’t have the perfect (he-he) background to provide insight on them. And I suspect that’d be a major snooze-fest if I did. I’m simply l’il ol’ Rey, a pretty decent private eye, who’s posting about giving something/yourself your all and recognizing how far you can/will go to achieve that.
“Practice makes perfect” is a valid saying. The more you do something, the better you are at it. The Boss will readily admit she was a lousy (!) writer when she first started out a few decades ago. She kept applying herself, though . . . kept learning . . . kept practicing. Still does. Now, she believes she’s a good (not great) writer—she knows her limitations. She’ll never be a James Joyce or Margaret Atwood. She’s not perfect but she is good [enough] in her eyes. And that’s okay . . . because she’ll still endeavor to do it better the next time around.
I’m going to end this perfect little post; it’s as perfect as I can make it, given my limited writing background. But I’ve come a long way—just look at my first post. I won’t say we [all] develop/grow, because I’ve met some people that truly “never learn”. I think that’s because they think they’re perfect as they are. Well, bully for them—and, boy, do I have news for them (he-he).
On that note, I hope you have a perfectly lovely Wednesday and week.
One thought on “The Pleasure of Perfection”
I think that people who want to improve CAN improve. And I also think that, when trying to improve, it’s best to do so in a relaxed manner. Hi, Tyler. I enjoyed this essay.