Saturday, February 19, 2011

The Best You Can Do

Jilda and I played a gig at a nearby restaurant tonight. I think we did good, but it's hard to say because I'm always so focused on remembering words, and where my fingers are supposed to be at any given time, that I don't have a chance to listen closely enough to evaluate the performance. So after the show tonight, I instinctively started beating myself up a little. I'm really my own worst critic. 
Time shift back to earlier this week - Jilda was reading  an article in a women's magazine which was supposed to shed light on personality traits based on the day of the week you were born. Both of us take this stuff with a grain of salt, but she looked up my birthday and year for fun. She found out that I was born on Monday. 
One of the things the article said was that people born on Monday's tend to be perfectionists. That's not the image that comes to my mind, but Jilda has a different view, and based on the evidence she shared, I would probably be convicted by a jury of my peers. I'm not sure I like that about myself. I mean I want to always do well, but perfection?  It's an unattainable goal.
So, it is my intention to the best I can do in the future, and not worry so much about perfection....I don't care if I was born on Monday.


  1. It is no fun to be a perfectionist. You are right, if we do our best we should be satisfied.

  2. I was born on a Friday!!!

    I think we are all born perfect anyway so no need trying to be!!

    Enjoy your Sunday!! Take care

  3. There are OCD type perfectionists so I don't think you need to worry. Nothing wrong with trying to do a good job. (I'm the same way and I was born on Sunday).

  4. I had to give up that pursuit of perfection. It was not making me happy.

  5. I'm a sort-of perfectionist born on a Wednesday...ha!

  6. Great post... I think I'm a bit too much of a perfectionist.. but I'm trying to not stress over the little things so much.

  7. I'm not a perfectionist..I'm more of a "that's good enoughist". I'm not sure what day of the week I entered, but my Mom had eaten a ton of garlic and threw up...hmmm. Come to think of it, my life makes a lot of sense!

  8. Yep! That perfectionism nonsense can sure take the fun out of life, much less a perfectly innocent gig.

    What did one wit say? - Pefection is the enemy of the good?

    Sometimes, good enough is good enough - in fact, it is plenty good enough! Have a good one...Marsha

  9. I wish we all lived close enough that we could get together sometimes for an evening meal under the trees, and close the evening with a group hug! Especially after reading the things you wrote.
    Thanks Y'all.


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