Posted By admin / July, 11, 2013 / 0 comments

I am a perfectionist and I have always been so hard on myself as I strive for and fall short of this “perfection”, but today I had a realization.  Mistakes are an ESSENTIAL part of really living your life to its fullest potential.  We learn our lessons and we grow from our “bloopers”.  Also, forgiving each other and working out our conflicts and betrayals, helps our relationships and love to deepen.  If I never messed up in life, I would have nothing to sing about and no crazy stories to laugh about.  It would be just one boring stream of harmony :)   Now, there is nothing wrong with harmony, but I prefer the authentic clashing notes of discord and their eventual reconciliation, that is the pay off, the true perfection.  That is the art of perfect love, being ENTIRELY what you are and allowing others this same right, even if it is “wrong” and then working it out and forgiving and changing and transforming.   I believe that art is redemption for our flaws and transgressions, the celebration of our individual perspective and our right to BE.  Sometimes we do things that we “should” not do or feel things that we “should” not feel, but when you are able to make peace with it all, you find what is real.  Love is the only thing that matters at the end of the day, so love what you do, love who you are, love each other and keep on going.  Regret is overrated.  If we REALLY knew better, then we would have done better.  I am not advocating that we should not be held accountable for our shortcomings, but I think we should practice more compassion for ourselves and others.  In my relationship with myself and those that I care about, I finally have the courage to step into this grace.  I am not perfect and I NEVER will be.  I don’t ever want to be.  I will still work hard and make changes in my behavior and decisions and work, but no more chasing perfection.  I have come to experience the truth of these two statements: “Every cloud has a silver lining”, and “ Love covers a multitude of sins”.  I want to end this post with two quotes from Truman Capote (I love his writing!):

“Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.”

And from his unfinished novel, Answered Prayers:

“Here’-she nudged the flowered crystal toward me- ‘drop that in your pocket.  Keep it as a reminder that to be durable and perfect, to be in fact grown up, is to be an object, an altar, the figure in a stained-glass window: cherishable stuff.  But really, it is so much better to sneeze and feel human.”