Momentum of Joy

I have been working extremely long hours for several weeks now.  I spent a sad portion of the Father’s Day weekend tackling my endless load of spreadsheets for work and have lost track of the number of times I have worked until 2 or 3 in the morning over the past month. To put it mildly, I’m exhausted.

So when I found this amazing caterpillar a couple of days ago, I already knew that I was going to struggle with finding the time to write about it. However this magical creature was  incredible, and something so small yet so spectacular deserves to be celebrated.

Nevertheless I highly dislike slapping a post on the internet just for the sake of generating something / anything. It feels as though I am being disingenuous and rings hollow to me. A dear friend wisely reminded me to not sweat the small stuff with the beautiful words, “Maybe it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

I have been feeling like I have been caught once more in the whirlpool of life as I am inundated with my own attempts to keep everything perfectly above water. Family. Work. More work. House. Projects. More projects. All of these must meticulously handled and managed. Or else…

Or else the world will still keep spinning. The kids will always continue their pattern of doing kid things. Work will keep coming and will continue to be there whether I opt to work myself to the bone or (more wisely) choose to follow more reasonable hours. The house will stand even if laundry doesn’t happen today. And the projects. The endless projects. Those will be ready whenever I have time for them, too. Admittedly those can be rather therapeutic for me, but my husband might revise that to therapy-inducing. Lucky for me, he doesn’t blog, so we’ll go with my version.

At the end of the day, my friend is unquestionably correct. It doesn’t have to be perfect. The posts may have a few grammatical errors, the laundry may blanket the sofa like an odd but fresh-smelling slipcover, and some projects may staying on the pending list a little longer, but that’s okay.

Taking a mental break to write a few words calms me, and taking a moment to celebrate the mystical worlds that surrounds me makes my soul feel light. It doesn’t have to be perfect to be perfect.

We don’t need to struggle with aiming to achieve perfection because it is already an innate part of our design. If we can move past demanding perfection from our lives, we will allow those magical moments to shine naturally.

We are where we are supposed to be in this moment. So in this moment, take a minute to breath. A minute to celebrate the good. A minute to reconnect to your spirit and the wonders around us. A minute to recognize the perfection that is endlessly around us and with us. Like this beautiful caterpillar, we are all amazing and beautiful, and we are on the journey to become even more spectacular. That sounds a lot like perfection to me.  🙂

Love and light to you always.  Joanna

***Thank you to my dear friend for reminding me that you can celebrate the moment in the smallest of ways. You are amazing dear one! Much love and gratitude to you always. https://misifusa.wordpress.com/