Don't Wait
About to call it a night, I was reading a great book. All books are great, to me, so much to learn, journey's to be taken without spending a fortune, no crowds to endure, something I've become averse to — crowds. Words come to mind out of the blue, which means I need to write them down, now. Inconvenienced, I crawl out of bed and whip out my Mac.
The book I'm currently reading, the author isn't perfect, close but not perfect. Her lack of perfection doesn't mean there isn't something to be learned, from her and her experiences. Pausing, I realize the golden nugget epiphany just handed to me.
Don't wait.
Don't wait for perfection to tell the story.
Don't wait for perfection to begin whatever you've been called to do, for everything to fall neatly into place.
Don't wait for or expect perfection from the author or teacher, mom, dad, kids, or boss.
Eat the chicken and spit out the bones, okay? Meaning take the meat from every situation, leave the waste. Not everything (most 'things', opportunities) will come as perfectly wrapped gifts with perfectly tied bows.
Perfection is overrated, a lie.
I'm not perfect, it's a darn shame and I know you're disappointed, but it's unvarnished truth. And darlin' you aren't either, so stop putzing around. The world needs you. And me.
Learn. Now. Many never get the opportunities you and I are privileged to experience.
Someone besides me needs to understand this itty-bitty revelation, someone besides me, though I am preaching to my very own personal choir.
I'm going to bed. I've not adequately expressed that which I wanted, or was meant to say, but it's a start. I'll edit ten times and still not get it perfect, still not be happy with the results. The perfect part of this is that I wrote out thoughts, I started.
The journey is my favorite part of any trip.
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