Maybe I'm being a little hard on myself. Maybe I fear finishing projects, maybe I fear finishing because they will (probably) not be perfect. I'm not really sure if I fear or hate or love PERFECTION. It's my ultimate fantasy, that just out of reach of mere mortals idea that if I could just get hold of it - life would be.... well, perfect.
We live in a perfect world. I stand in line at the grocery store and glance at the covers of the magazines on sale and realize that perfect is everywhere... except where I am. Just look at the folks on the covers, women and men, hundreds of years older than me, look like teens - without acne, of course. Why do I even bother? I don't always wear makeup and can usually be found in jeans and tennis shoes. Is that a glamour thing or perfection?
I have several sewing/quilting projects that are unfinished "What if they aren't perfect?" "How dare I give an imperfect baby quilt?"
My garden needs weeding. "Again!?"
And would someone please tell me where the clutter comes from that is all over my house. Is there a secret government program that I have mistakenly signed up for that comes in at night and breeds clutter, especially on the table tops and counters?
What's up with my car? I wash it and then before the month is out, it's has to be washed, again...
I'm almost finished with a baby quilt I started... when did I start this? I do know the baby is now 16 months old... I'm still in the putting it together process. I went with the "X" design because he was born in 2010.
I truly enjoy creating things. Maybe it's not about perfection. Maybe it's the whole - we're created in God's image - God creates - God's children enjoy creating. Right now I'm creating ideas and sharing thoughts. Maybe that's why I've taken up blogging, so I can finish a little something... maybe....
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