In a Perfect World.

So the plan today was to write a blog about my version of the perfect week.  To put it bluntly, it is not going to happen for me this week.  I am not able to run, as I have developed a wicked case of shin splints.  I went out to dinner tonight instead of cooking myself the absolute healthiest dinner I could scrounge up.  I overslept and did not get my hair dried before I left the house, and it went downhill from there.  This is not my version of the perfect week.  Or is it?

Tonight, while out to the aforementioned dinner with a new friend, it hit me.  Nothing is perfect, and that in and of itself makes things perfect.  Perhaps I need to revise my version of the perfect week to include things like going out to dinner and getting both wine and dessert.  Perfection can include leaving some dishes in the sink so that I can get to bed early.  Like I was telling my friend, perfection is not all it is cracked up to be.  In fact, I am thinking it is exhausting. 

In a perfect world, we would all be doing things correctly, and we would probably all look the same, and I for one, would be cranky from lack of sleep.  We are all deeply flawed, but it is precisely those flaws that make each of us perfectly unique.  It is simply finding the correct combination of flaws that work together in perfect harmony to create the perfect friendship, relationship or family.