Satisfying restorative sleep – I should leap from bed (easy on that ankle now), excited wide-eyed child readiness.
Sideways mirror glimpses.
Steadily less and less capable, less and less strong, less and less able to do what we used to – leaping stairs, off cliffs – confidently, recklessly (elements of youth we should not abandon).
Burnt last night. Liked the story, loved the food. I’ll see again. Repeat feast. Calorie-free, admiring that quest for perfection, portrayed beautifully, questing perfect plate of protein. Maybe home-version sous-vide machine is my answer. Better methinks, question which are my most precious – technique, ingredients or motivation?
Seriously, Mark, isn’t there a larger lesson there? Questing for perfection isn’t just for your kitchen, next piece, next speech, next transaction or next problem to solve.
We struggle, stumble, flop, flail about, getting straightened, back on-trail, on escalators, leading somewhere magical …
I wonder how any of us can expect to accomplish great things without that kind of perfection quest. We don’t. We aspire for good, substantive, adequate or even stellar – but we don’t strive for perfection much anymore in our society. I don’t think it’s me. I think it is all of us. Good is good. Great is good. But, perfection, that’s just crazy! Right? It isn’t crazy. It’s hard. It’s worthy. I think I know that now more than any time in my life. I sometimes wonder how I got this far in life or accomplished all I have having left my quest for perfection behind me – or maybe I never did. Maybe the time is now. If not now, when?
Making magical moments, creating, observing ourselves.
P.S.: thanks to my well-wishers. In yesterday’s competition – 2nd place, and 3rd place … pretty good, but not a win. Competitive types are far less satisfied with that than we ought to be – I know that. It isn’t rational. Loving to win. Hating to lose. We are who we are …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -2C/28F, crisp, calm, clear and so very quiet – we had a brisk stroll up and down hill which tested my wonky ankle (I think I’m OK for resuming normal activity) and Gusta seemed to appreciate a much longer route than usual – so she had more time to sniff without any rewards, but that seems to please her just the same …
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