When did that dreaded phrase - good enough - become the standard by which I live? Recently I had an entire day trying to convince myself and anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross my path that good enough was - well - good enough.
The boys and I are planning to move this summer. An exciting and daunting task. The where, the what, the how much. We have created a list of reasonable characteristics we want our new dwelling to have. The other day we looked at a place that was perfect. Well, close to perfect. 93% perfect. But 93% is good enough, right? The place is available now and we are not available to move until mid-June - but so what, I can figure it out. The place has a really small 2nd bedroom - but so what, the boys clothes don't have to be in their room. The place would eat up our summer vacation fund - but so what, people can come visit us this year.
And then it hit me. I heard myself talking, explaining, defending, justifying good enough. This is a pattern in my life. Square-peg-must-fit-in-round-hole. I meet a man and suddenly, good enough becomes my mantra (I mean, nobody is perfect, right?). I find a job and sadly my career goals are out the window (I mean, at least I have a job, right?). I make decisions that resemble my desires but in fact - are not my desires at all. I am constantly settling for close, almost, perfect-ish.
The boys and I went back to our written list and recommitted to our search criteria. Once again, I am thankful for the team of people waiting in the wings pointing out the gaping in hole in the roof while I am distracted by granite countertops and bamboo flooring.
Lori Ann Dinkins
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