After many, many walks with my iPhone playlist, I decided to create a “super favorites” short list (which still ended up being over 3 hours of music) for my little 5-mile excursions.
Of course, since these were super favorites, I found myself belting out some lyrics to one of the tunes. Before 7 am in the morning, there was little danger of damage to anyone nearby, but it sent me down a thought trail much more arduous than any of my usual walking paths.
It went something like this:
“Boy, I have a bad singing voice.”
“No, make that very bad.”
“Oh well, it’s not like I’ve got to impress anyone.”
“And, I do other things well.”
“I can write well, I can draw well, I can speak well, I’m compassionate, I’m thoughtful, I’m generous, I’m respectful, I’m imaginative, I can make people laugh.”
“It’s not like I have to do everything well.”
“Nobody’s perfect.”
“Imagine if someone was perfect.”
“How lonely would that be?”
“Would everyone else feel inferior? Would the perfect person feel guilty?”
“How could a perfect person find a match? Wouldn’t life be boring if a person was perfect?”
“Would life be frustrating if a person was perfect?”
“I’m glad my singing voice sucks, because it shows I’m not perfect.”
“…along with the 467 other things that show I’m not perfect.”
“…ooh, I love this song…”
And that’s when another tune grabbed my attention and I went on with my satisfyingly imperfect life on an unpredictably unboring day in ever-changing South Florida.
Relieved and content, because it would be tough being perfect.
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