GoOD-by PerFEction

i was watching a video about writing on social media the other day when I came across a comment from one of the viewers.  She stated that she was discouraged because of others in her writing group who seemed more knowledgeable about grammar and other subjects.  I recognized her name.  The sad Part isn’t so much the fact that she stopped writing or that she left the group (if she left).  What seEmed more disappointing to me was the fact that I knew a tiny bit of her life story. And it’s sad to know that she allowed her own insecurities to stop her from writing.

i under stand what it’s like to want to get eveRything right. To plan the perfect event. write the best book. Get the best grades. Who doesn’t? Don’t we all want to achieve perFection in some way?  It feels good, right?

but. what would happen if we trained ourselves to look bEyond perfection?  What if we embraced imperfeCtion? What if coloring outside the lines was perfect and inside the lines wasn’t?

OR What if we read the word, “Imperfection” as “I’m Perfection.”  Not necessarily to think of ourselves above everyone else, but simply to reach satisfaction with ourselves as we see through differenT lenses in a way that would build our self-confidence and crush our fears of failure.  What if we gave Imperfection a different meaning.

is it poSSible to train ourselveS todo that?  And if so, how?

We can do it by focusing on the beauty of everything we look at. People and things.

sometime last year, my husband bought me a book which was written by someone I admire. The author is down to earth and fun. I was excited. When I opened the book, I noticed a typo. A few weeks later, I noticed more mistakes.

Then sometime shortly after that, I randomly picked a novel in a public place and opened it up to check it out.
Would you believe that out of the 630 pages it had, I opened up to Page 83 and found another typo?  That book had “The New York Times Bestseller” on its front cover.

My point? I was learning a lesson in all of it. One mistake (and possibly others in it) didn’t keep that book from making it as a bestseller or any other book from delivering a message. It taught me not to get so hung up on mistakes (I still need the reminder.) Yes, we should try to do things in excellence. Yes, I’ve probably reviewed my children’s books about 100 times and made 30 changes even after I sold some of the first ones. But let’s not lose our focus. We can’t allow the fear of making a mistake to paralyze us.

The other night I read a Dr. Seuss book to my daughter.  It was a book I had read several times before, but I noticed something.  I noticed that Dr. Seuss repeated a few lines in it. Maybe that was intentional.  Maybe not.  And then I noticed something else–a word which was spelled differently than the way most people would write it.

Did the famous Dr. Seuss have a typo in his book? Don’t his BOOks seem perfect to those of us who love them and his style?  They make us smile and they make us laugh.  They are his, and they are perfect just the way they are.  Why?  Because they are all part of his work of art.

And that’s the point of my blog today. there will always be MIStakeS.  Or maybe what seems like a mistake is simply a unique way of doing something.

Maybe that’s why bees sting? Or maybe that’s why moths exist. Maybe that’s why a butterfly starts out as a caterpillar. I don’t know. All I know is that the Creator of the Universe, my Heavenly Father made some things, too that perhaps to us don’t make sense and there’s so much PERFECTION in all of it.

Let me tell you a secret.  This is one of the reasons why I loved illustrating my children’s books. I see perfection in children’s art. As a mother of four, I’ve learned that perfection is receiving cards from my children with backward letters in different sizes and stick figures with tiny heads and long legs.  Scribble makes me smile.   I see freedom in it.  An expression of innocence.  All of it to me is perfect.  The misspelled words make it extra special.

My first book’s cover which is now part of a 5 book series was an experiment we fell in love with which was led by our three children (ages 4 through 12.)
cover for chosencover for book for foster bigger FINAL FOR SURE

Maybe if we look at anything we do as art, we will experience a new freedom. The same freedom of a child.  A child who doesn’t care about what people think.  A child who knows a story and wants to tell it his way.

yES, THIS blog has a bunch of typOOs, but you got the message.  And that’s my point. An imperfect blog had a message to deliver.

 

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