Unattainable Perfection

 

 

I’ve been called many things in my day, but Comma Mama and Grammar Police are two of my favorites. As much as some may use those names to make fun of me, I take pride in knowing how to use a comma and the differences between their, there, and they’re. Grammar memes were made for me: “My life is a constant battle between wanting to correct grammar and wanting to have friends,” “I am silently correcting your grammar,” and my favorite, “Let’s eat, grandma. Let’s eat grandma. Punctuation saves lives!”

And I can’t help but correct spelling. I mean, I won the district Spelling Bee in 6th grade (only to lose on apostrophe at the state level…haven’t misspelled that one since!). I love to correct others on their pronunciations of things, just ask my parents. My mom once set me up with a company name that I had been mispronouncing and called me on it. Growing up with the name, Lenna (sounds like Jenna), spelling and pronunciation just become inherently important.

I should also probably mention that I am always right. I watched Jeopardy! in my formative years and keep loads of trivia tucked in my brain. My children love to challenge me, and they still don’t back down when I say, “I’ll bet you a bazillion dollars that I am right.” I’ll admit that I have been wrong three times this year, but I don’t quite understand the overwhelming satisfaction they feel, when the thousand other times I was right brings them no joy (LOL).

 

Cue the Misspelled Words

 

Imagine my dismay when my first blog went out, and there was a mistake. I read that first one so many times because I wanted it to be perfect, but I made a last-second change and ended up with aftern instead of after. My friend emailed me right away. A few days later, I wrote its instead of it’s in an Instagram and Facebook post; fortunately, I caught that one, but not before a few eyes had already seen the post.

I almost cried. Then I let go. Then the epiphany. Many of us have the desire to be perfect, and that strive for perfection is not limited to grammar for me. We want the perfect partner, the perfect family, the perfect home, the perfect job, the perfect me. You see where I’m going with this, right? There is no such thing as perfection. What growth would come without making mistakes? Maintaining that perfection would be exhausting. It’s okay to let go.

 

 

Fall and Chinese Medicine

Speaking of letting go, happy first full day of fall to my northern hemisphere friends! In Chinese medicine, fall is the season of the lung (yin) and its partner, the large intestine (yang). They work together to keep balance in the body. The lung is responsible for taking in new energy, or qi, and the large intestine is responsible for letting go of anything the body doesn’t need. Emotionally, it’s time to look at things we might be holding onto (ahem, perfection), letting them go, and looking for new things that are in alignment with us.

 

 

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In the meantime, remember these words by Mandy Hale: 

“Life is not made to be lived perfectly…but merely to be lived. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, imperfectly, magically lived.”

Love and light,