The Amazingly Freeing Power of Good Enough – Part 1: What it Means

*Disclaimer: I’m not really this insightful. I’ve synthesized  this idea from a lot of sources very close to me. Bless you, sources. Blources*

I promised laundry room insights soon, and the weight of my hamper combined with the availability of washing machines (which I should have supposed would be a slight issue on a large campus) have determined that tonight is that night. Sort of. This was a big revelation for me, one that has been several months in the making, so I’m going to give it the due diligence it deserves. That, and I have a bunch of homework, a bunch of laundry, and a limited amount of battery life on my laptop. Therefore, this particular insight will come to you in a not-predetermined number of parts. Basically, I want to say a lot about this one. I also promise that this will eventually wrap up my NYO experience and tie in with college. Just bear with me. Like I said, this was big for me to figure out.

In music, one of the common themes I’ve seen taught is that performance demands perfection more so than any other activity. In school, you can score seventy-five out of a hundred and still pass. By quantitative standards, a ninety percent achievement in music would sound something like this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yd-mkMq2aM4

The sentiment here is well-meaning, but for perfectionists like myself, can have dangerous consequences.

Like most other people, I’d love to be perfect. I’d love to see the day when I wouldn’t make the more-than-occasional faux pas of failing to notice a friend’s new haircut. I dream of that day when I can motivate myself to run on a schedule—and keep to it. I hope and wish that someday I could figure out how to manage my mail and receipts and notes and projects and assignments in a decently organized fashion over long periods of time. But here’s the rub: that’s never going to happen.

I haven’t given up hope on making changes in my life necessarily. Instead, I’m not thinking about a day. I’m thinking about a goal. What never really clicked was that there will never be that ideal day. I’m not going to get all of it right, and it certainly won’t happen overnight. The trick is baby steps, and moderation.

Now, like a well-trained high school writer, I am going to stop my introduction there and continue on to my body paragraphs, in which I will use specific examples to prove my thesis. But due to a lack of time, battery power, and general will to do things after a long day of doing things, I think I’m going to instead go and fold laundry. See you in Part 2: Ironing the dress shirts.

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