Beautiful afternoon here in Northern Illinois. Blue skies with those big puffy white powder puff clouds. A white landscape, not marred by footsteps...the wind whipping the snow around into pretty swirls. There...can you picture it?
We were out this morning to Joe's dental appt. and then to therapy. It was a dreary morning...we certainly didn't expect this beautiful.. but cold afternoon.
I enjoy reading Ernestine's blog when ever she posts something. http://myjourneytomindfulness.blogspot.com/ She's about my age and I find that we have a lot in common. A while back she mentioned that her visiting son told her that she should lower her expectations...when she talked to him about not being able to do the things that she once did....especially when it came to her gardens and woods. I came away with that and got to thinking about it. Lowering my expectations...hmmmm. That could apply to me. Sometimes I beat myself up trying to do the things I once did...and failing miserably. It seems that we, over achievers, attempt perfectionism. Perfect marriage, perfect kids, perfect home, perfect meals, and perfect garden. I thought of this again last night as I was stitching a little felt piece. I wanted the embroidery thread to match the color of the felt piece that I was stitching. My eyes are so bad and I have a lot of trouble with colors...particularly when I work with dark colors. I didn't want to do a contrasting color...because.. with my poor vision... my stitches wouldn't be perfect. There's that dreadful word...perfect. As I sat there fretting about it...I thought of Ernestine's son's comment....Lower your expectations. Pretty soon, my tense shoulders relaxed, my stitching hand relaxed, and my whole demeanor just calmed. What if my stitches weren't just so? Was this an exercise in perfection or one of enjoyment? Who am I trying to impress? Wouldn't a kind person...look at my project and take in the whole thing without being judgmental about the size and shape of my stitches? I continued on until my eyes were so tired...I had to quit.I put a picture here of it...not finished of course. I just plopped the top layer on the bottom...with it not being sewn.
I'm going to take this advice and use it in many areas of my living. Whenever I feel my shoulders up around my ears...I know that I am tense. I'll remember this quote...."Lower your expectations" and I'll pay attention to it.