Good Enough

My definition of great, for any specific task, and yours are quite likely very different. "Good enough" brings me much joy and far less stress than continually striving for an elusive "best".  Continuous improvement is in my DNA, but embracing "good enough" each day keeps me happy and healthy (and probably more fun to be around). 

I've decided to be perfectly imperfect, rather than constantly struggling for impossible perfection.  Good enough is perfectly imperfect.

Perfect Timing - Planned or Uniquely Presented

Today, while running an errand, I fortuitously or divinely, ran into a dear friend whom I generally see only a few times a year.  As soon as I saw her, it was obvious that something was quite wrong.  Another few seconds at check-out or any other diversion would have caused us to miss the chance to visit.  And neither of us had ever visited this store during our lunch hour. Though neither of us expected this opportunity, it was perfectly timed and definitely meant to be.

When work trauma presents, it's often helpful to have an interested third party available as a biased, but helpful adviser.  In just a few minutes, we were able to construct a productive action plan.

Though it worked for us, we don't have to rely on fate or divine intervention, when we are overwhelmed.  Those who care about us are willing to find time to help us sort through life's issues.

Perfect timing can be planned or uniquely presented.

Just Enough

Over a year ago I purchased special note cards to present lucky pennies, without a plan for their deployment.  I'd also procured glue dots for my lucky penny experiment, and used most of them.  This past week, I found the perfect deployment for 24 messages of luck and love.  Unbelievably, I had just enough cards, glue dots and shiny lucky pennies (I still have a supply of non-shiny lucky pennies).

So often, we worry about supply.  It thrills me when just enough is perfect!

Being in a Snow Globe

Fishing in the Laguna Madre in South Texas provides a 360 degree panoramic view with no tall buildings in any direction.  On a boat in open water, with beautiful big clouds in a sky that meets the water, it's as if we're  momentarily contained in a perfect, giant snow globe.

Simple Cardboard Box

I've recycled countless cardboard boxes, but I've kept and used one small cardboard box since at least 1995.  I received an order of contacts in this box at least 17 years ago.  It's the perfect, compact size for storing my lenses.  And it allows me to ink the date that I change my contacts so that I don't have to remember when I opened my latest pair.  The dates have worn on the top left section of the box and the first detectable dates begin in 1995.  The top, bottom and each side of the box are now covered with dates and I've started over on the top left where the dates earlier than 1995 have worn away.  It's an odd chronology of the things I've seen through the years.  There's even one date, larger than the others, in Julia's distinctive childhood writing.

This simple cardboard box is a reminder to me that perfect takes many forms.