Progress vs Perfection

Good day Beloved,

I hope this beautiful day finds you well.  This week has brought interesting things in my world. There is progress on moving to a more minimalist style in the house décor and in the tattoos I want to get in remembrance of my Dolly. I am hopeful that the coming year will be bring more good than not.  Hopefully, the fence is getting fixed this spring as well. I got to tell ya Beloved it feels weird to be moving on. I know it will happen at its own pace but some days I feel as if I am drowning under the weight of all the crap and I want the new normal to be established right now. Not whenever it chooses to happen.

My impatience is very strong somedays. I want perfection and I want it now! I am sure that you would know nothing of what that is like, yeah. Ha. Most of the time I am able to remember that progress is the goal rather than perfection. Someone I admire has been known to say that “perfection is doing a lot of little things well.” Sometimes I believe that, sometimes not. Perfection is after all completely unattainable. You know I am right on that one. Progress can be a deceptive thing from time to time. Progress is not a steady even movement upward and onward. It can be jerky and halting and rough. Progress is best viewed from a distance where the big picture can be seen.

When we are in the middle of a struggle we often are unable to see any signs of progress. When we look back after a reasonable time we see it, sometimes surprisingly clearly. I would posit that we as a people have become enamored by instant gratification and that rarely walks hand in hand with progress. As the days pass I struggle to come to grips with how slow progress seems and then suddenly, wow, major steps have been completed. Funny that.

What are you struggling with today Beloved? May I encourage you to take a few deep breathes and hang on. When the time is right you will be able to take a look back and see the progress. I can almost guarantee that it will take longer than you want it to, that is kind of the nature of progress. Hang on Beloved, hang on.

As always, have a lovely…

Mona Langmaackmelin