What I Like About Me

It's SO easy to go on and on about my flaws and shortcomings (I have lots of practice). Today I want to write about one thing I like about myself.

I'm not a perfectionist.

Today I started and completed a little craft project with my kids.

It's not perfect.

If I had waited for my husband to cut the wood properly or finally show me how to use the table saw (I'll wear the goggles, I promise) I could have cut the board perfectly straight. Instead, I did the best Io could with what I had. That means I used a steak knife to make a shallow line on what used to be the top of the train table. Then I karate kicked it (because it is Chuck Norris' birthday) and it mostly broke how I wanted it to.

Then I used the staple gun to attach the fabric ... some of the staples went through too far, but they are mostly covered.

The letters are not perfectly straight.

My kids think it is really cool.

So, this craptastically adorable work of art will hang by the dining room table.

I always feel so bad for perfectionists. They have to spend more time and money and if it doesn't turn out just so, they feel like a failure.

Also, they are very annoying to us good-enough-is-good-enough-ers.