I’m a Type A, high strung perfectionist most of the time. Lately, though, I am finding that I’m slipping.
Things I’ve let go of lately:
- Having to write the most perfect thank you note to someone I met for 15 minutes. Does “Thanks for your time” somehow convey less than five finely crafted sentences that took me 30 minutes to write and essentially says, “Thanks for your time”?
- Papers & mail on the kitchen table during dinner. My desk just arrived yesterday and hasn’t been assembled yet, so I have nowhere to put the papers & mail.
- Checking off all the boxes that the landlording book recommends in vetting a new tenant. If they’ve been honest about their financials, have great references, and shown pictures of places they’ve lived before with them in it, isn’t that enough?
I don’t know if it’s summer, having so many moving pieces, or just realizing that not everything has to be done perfectly in order to be considered accomplished, but I’m aiming for “good enough” for everything that doesn’t scream “perfect only”. Then maybe I can spend more time on things I want to be doing that do need perfection.