I had dinner with Godmother of Coco the other night. We were talking about life and how exhausting it can be sometimes. We were both talking about how busy we are with work, families, drama (real and imagined), love lives and kids.
She told me that as a young 24 year old she had admired a girl in her forties in her same office. This woman had it all. She had a great job, a family, she was on top of her game. In the elevator my friend asked her what the secret to it all was. She looked right at her and said:
"Being happy with 80%".
Wait one second, though my Type A inner self, weren't we supposed to be striving for perfection? Looking for that 100%? Then I thought about the times I had hit 100%:
100% perfect Mom? (dream on)
100% perfect wife? (I don't think so!)
100% perfect business? (sometimes but things change)
100% perfect kids? (some days!)
This really makes me think. Am I driving myself crazy?
I do like things to be pretty perfect. I think it's all about the idealized life we have all dreamed of for ourselves. It's hard when you fee like you haven't lived up to that.
It's easy to look around the house and see all the things that need to be done and fixed but...
YOU HAVE A HOUSE. A lot of people don't, or lost theirs.
It's easy to look at your fighting kids and see perfection when....
YOU HAVE HEALTHY KIDS. A lot of people don't, or don't have kids and are dying to have them.
It's easy to look at your husband and think he's not enough but....
Think of all the girls dying to get married, hating the single life, and think of all the other women who would love to have your dependable sweet husband! (WHOA!)
You see where I'm going with this right? I think I might have figured this one out. If I keep striving for 100%, I might miss the fabulous 80% that's sitting there smiling at me.
Fine. 80% can be good, even great.
I'm still going to monogram my kids clothes and dress us all alike.
Okay so maybe 85%.