Our Perfect Perspective

This was the day he fell bike racing. The day he skinned his knee. And his heart. He thought he lost. Failed. He thought he had to be perfect out there. Far from it, my dear.

So we looked up the definition of ‘perfect’.

Sure, perfect has it’s time and place and purpose. We can aim. BUT along the way, we learn it’s okay to miss. Missing is where the growth happens. The stories. The good stuff. We might miss school’s perfect attendance award because we are experiencing an adventure together. We might miss a lift because we challenged ourselves to load our barbell a bit heavier than before. We might miss a landing on a jump that we were finally brave enough to take. Missing is okay. Falling is okay. Failing is okay. It’s where we get to learn we are capable of getting back up; to keep going. It’s where we earn our battle wounds that remind us that we are alive and that we get to embrace another day being better than we were before.

And should we ever hit that mark of perfection here and there; it’s those moments of missing, falling; or failing to go unbroken that got us there in the first place. At least, that’s what I think...and, gosh, I hope they learn that as well.

It’s all a matter of perspective. Perspective. We looked up that word, too.