I have friends who at Christmas strive to make everything perfect.
The tree has to be perfect, dinner has to be perfect, gift wrapping must be perfect.
Family pictures must be perfect, children’s behavior must be perfect, reactions to presents has to be perfect.
The trouble with seeking such perfection is that it is the breeding ground for disappointment.
Nothing is ever perfectly perfect. There is always something that could have been improved, done better.
I’d argue that imperfections actually create the charm that makes something special or memorable.
There is a reason we prefer hand crafted over mechanized.
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