So, what is perfect? This past week has been an interesting one as one friend was called into question for retweeting a cuss word on Twitter and another friend posted a blog post in response on how she isn’t perfect and that’s OK (see Always Running Behind). All this talk about what’s right and wrong, what’s perfect and not perfect has gotten me thinking.
I think it’s fair to say that not one of us meets the defnition of the word “perfect”. And really, who would want to? It’s the imperfections that make us who we are. It’s how we teach others and how we learn for ourselves. It’s what brings us together.
Does it mean you’re imperfect if you drink? Nope, as long as it’s within reason and control. What about swearing? Uh-huh. It happens. Life can be tough, and sometimes those situations deserve words stronger than heck or dang it. Does either of these mean we’re bad people? Absolutely not.
Perfect is defined as “being complete of its kind and without defect or blemish”. Perfect to me takes on a different meaning. Perfect is a friend who is there for you at any time of day to help you through any of life’s swear-word inducing moments. Perfect is a friend who can laugh with you at life’s funny moments and cry with you at the sad ones. Perfect is spending a day at Walt Disney World with these friends, just being together. Do we cuss at times? Yep. Do we have a drink or two? Probably (we all have kids). But the time spent with them is perfect.
I’m lucky to be able to say that I have these “perfect” friends. While, none of us may meet the dictionary definition of the word perfect, they meet MY definition of the word- and that’s all that matters.