Nothing’s Perfect
Ever think that if only blah blah blah, your life would be perfect? Well, get over it. It won’t be and it never will be. No, I’m not a pessimist; I’m actually one of the most optimistic people you’ll ever meet (which sometimes drives Gary crazy, but that’s another story). I just know – being a woman over 40 (or so. . . ) – that nothing is perfect: not a job, not a house, not a husband. And if you spend your life trying to find perfect, you’ll be sorely disappointed.
For years I thought, if only I could sleep as late as I want, that would be perfect. Well, I got my wish – a very, very long stretch on unemployment. And, guess what? Even though I could sleep til noon, I didn’t. And, when I did sleep late, I didn’t feel that much better. So, now when I hear that alarm, telling me to wake up for work (hallelujah!) and my subconscious thinks. . . if only. . . I know better.
I’ve had great jobs – and lousy ones – and the more I’ve had, the more I know there is no such thing as a perfect job or company. They’re all relative. So, after working for a jerk who makes my life miserable, I can really appreciate a boss who isn’t all that bright or acts like my own, personal tickler file (Did you call . . .?). Now I see those faults as pluses. Especially when I compare him to Joe Pellechi or Joe D (and some of you know exactly who I mean. . . .)
Got a husband who leaves the cabinets open and never throws away his empty Splenda packets? Hey, that beats a spouse who cheats on you any day!
But the real question is, does anyone have – or actually need – a perfect life? And, what is a perfect life? A life without challenges? Without strife? Without hurt? What kind of life would that be? It would be a life with nothing to stretch you, no one to love you, nothing to gain. You can live in a bubble, but you remember what happened to the Bubble Boy.
The Moops.
Tags: cheating husbands, everything is relative, looking for perfection, marriage, the perfect boss, the perfect job, the perfect life, women over 40
You are so right Lucille! Glad you found what seems to be a “good” job.
The “perfect life” at age 25 would probably kill you at 45, as would the “perfect life” at 45 do so to you at the age of 70. The point is I believe to live that life from year to year, and point to point in the manner which time and experience shape the basic values we develop from birth to our later adolescense. How sad the life that reaches its “perfection” in High School or college; the Prom kings and queens, the valedictorians who never equal that peak reached at 17 or 21, with nothing left but memories of the height from which, for many, but not all, the remainerd of their years is but a slow, painful decline.
Perhaps “perfection” is a process, not a goal.
Well, I may not be perfect, but parts of me are still excellent!
So now what will I do with my time? I’ve been looking for perfect, forever.
I gave up on perfect a long time ago! It’s a relative term anyway! 🙂
Who needs perfect I’ll take what I can get at this point.
A perfect life is one that works perfectly for you even if only in moments between imperfection. . . .I have one!