My whole life, I have striven for perfection in all things. No matter how big or small the task, I gave it my all, even when I knew my all would not be enough, not enough for that kind of perfection, at least.
Guess what? Perfection is in the trying. Perfection is in admitting I don’t have all the answers. Perfection is in realizing M knows what I need more than I do, because he can see the big picture and I cannot. It’s in trusting him to lead us in that perfect direction, because it’s our direction. Perfection is in shutting off my brain and seeing things his way, through his eyes. It’s in letting go of that tunnel vision that tells me there is only one way to do things.
Perfection is realizing that perfection is whatever I believe it is. It’s in whatever he sees.
Maybe, just maybe, we’ve been perfect all along.