Perfection is, broadly, a state of completeness and flawlessness.

The term “perfection” is actually used to designate a range of diverse, if often kindred, concepts. These concepts have historically been addressed in a number of discrete disciplines, notably mathematics, physics, chemistry, ethics, aesthetics, ontology, and theology.

NOT PEOPLE!

People are not meant to be perfect.  Scientifically speaking, it’s not possible because every individual’s idea of perfection varies.  Spiritual people say that only God is perfect.

I wonder how many people, besides myself, strive for perfection all the time.  I have a new online radio show and all day yesterday I was nervous and shaky that I would mess up.  At some point in the evening I stopped and asked myself exactly what mess up meant.  If I stumbled over my words and sounded like a bad host, would people stop listening?  Okay…..and if they stopped listening, would the world end?  NOPE.  What if my guest thought I was horrible?  Probably means she won’t ever come back.  Still not the end of the world.  Hmmmmm and what exactly would perfect be?  I see lots of talk shows on television and I’m not sure any of them are perfect.  How would we even know with all of the editing and production that takes place?

The reason I admire the Grand Diva so much is that she really doesn’t give a shit.  She’s experienced so much in life that “little things” like being perfect don’t even cross her mind.  YEARS AGO, Grand Diva used to smoke and she had the most horrible habit of letting the ashes stay on the cigarette until they were so long they’d just fall off by themselves.  Then she’d pick them up.  One Saturday (and I know it was almost 20 years ago because my aunt was still alive) we were gathered at the house for a barbecue.  Grand Diva was making her FABULOUS baked beans (y’all already know where this story is going…I know).  Sure nuff…..ashes fell in the pot of beans and before my aunt could get a spoon to scoop them out…..the grand diva just stirred em on up in the pot.  WE HOLLERED!  My cousin said those beans always tasted like there was a secret ingredient. LOL  She ain’t care if we ate the beans or not. LOL  Sunday dinners with grand diva…….let her forget the sage in the dressing.  She’d look at me and say “I bet if they get hungry they’ll eat it!”  Perfection is not the grand diva’s strong suit.  PEACE OF MIND IS!

Having a big easter dinner at your house for 25 people and your freshly picked tulips won’t fit in that little cutesy vase you picked up from Home Goods??????  NOT A PROBLEM!!!  You’ve got a water pitcher right?

She ain’t eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeven concerned with what anyone thinks.  If YOU want to put your tulips out….then YOU put em in whatever will hold them and keep it moving.

So last night I prepped my questions, I introduced my guest, and I worked on the pregnant pauses that my husband notices………and I think I had quite a good show.  Guess what……the biggest thing is that I enjoyed the hell out of myself. LOL

Perfection’s overrated…..FUN isn’t. LOL