One of the reason I came up with the term #notperfect is because I frequently over analyze anything and everything in my head. Whether it’s scheduling out my week or just planning an efficient trip to the grocery, I’m pretty on top of things most days. On paper this might not sound like such a bad thing. The problem comes once you’re stressing out to the point where it would actually save you stress and energy to just wing it.
Sometimes winging it is okay. If I do it too much – it’s not good, my friends. But here’s what I learned: Sometimes it’s not about being perfect. Sometimes it’s just about being happy.
Earlier this week I had just helped out one of my favorite Chicago storefront theatres with their auditions. Despite battling a mild cold, I was running off adrenaline and was in a great mood. I wanted to do something fun. With a bare schedule the following day and the Cubs in the middle of a playoff game, I was tempted – Do I give myself a fun, late night with some #notperfect food?
I auditioned myself at the end of the night. This was my powerpose for the #auditionchallenge.
….I didn’t do it.
I knew that body needed rest. I also realized that it was late. By the time I picked up food (and most likely some beer), the game would be pretty much over. Or if I went to a bar, I’d be there for all of an inning or two. Besides, the Cubs weren’t winning…
…the score changed slightly from when I made my decision. Photo by foxsports.com.
As I listened to the game in my apartment (because having cable would just be too perfect), I listened in awe as the Cubs rallied and advanced to the National League Championship Series. What was I doing during, you ask? Oh, I was in the middle of a sink full of dishes after a fine half hour or so of meal prep. (I had some damn good oatmeal waiting for me the following morning, if you were wondering.)
And that was it. Chapman struck out Belt. The Cubs had won.
I lowered the radio, opened my window, and stuck my head out. I heard sounds of cheering throughout Wrigleyville.
It. Was. Awesome.
This city likes their Cubbies 🙂
Let’s recap: I heard the Cubs advance to the championship series while doing dishes by myself in my studio apartment.
Was it perfect? No.
….but I was happy.
Sometimes it’s easy to forget that the whole reason we strive for perfection is because we want to be happy. The beautiful thing is when we discover how being #notperfect can also make us happy. It’s going to depend on things like your personality and what you’re doing. I encourage you all to start finding areas where you’ve been not perfect and still felt good. (Keep a tally or a notebook if it helps!)
Let’s go get ‘em this weekend by being #notperfect, friends**
**The Chicago Cubs are allowed to be #notperfect by sweeping the NLCS, should they so choose.