Thursday, June 7, 2012

Overwhelmed by Perfection....

I try to live by the notion of having a rich life by doing new things, even if they scare me. To that end, I have tried to engage Pinterest. Truly, I have. I look at all the cute photos and sayings and recipes for a few minutes but then my anxiety meter starts running faster and faster and eventually I’ve had all I can take and move on to something else.

The fact is, I’ll never look that good, my house will never be decorated that creatively, and I’ll never cook that well. A few minutes of Pinterest and I start suffering from perfect and adorable overload. Things I neither am nor want to be.
Not that I have any objection to great ideas. I don’t.  But is weaving bacon really necessary?

When I go on Pinterest, I see instructions for exercising to achieve the perfect body next to recipes for  gooey, carmel turtle brownies. Can I have the perfect body and still eat those gooey brownies? It seems doubtful unless a whole lot of obsessive exercise follows the brownie consumption.  Maybe I can just enjoy the turtle brownie, exercise for health, and leave perfection out of the equation.

There are ideas for decorating the most adorable wedding venue ever. Really cute ideas. But I look at them and wonder, if all that effort is going into creating a whole room full of preciousness, what is going on behind the scenes?  Is an equal amount of effort going into ensuring the right people are marrying one another? Will there be as much concern for creating a loving environment after the three year-old flower girl walks down the isle dressed as Audrey Hepburn? And really, should a three-year old walk down the isle dressed as Audrey Hepburn?  A spectacular wedding doesn’t make for a spectacular marriage.

I see oodles of adorable ideas for decorating a baby’s room. And sure, when my babies were born, I did my best with what I had to create sweet little bedrooms for them. Nothing quite as cutesy as the photos I see on Pinterest but still, I did what I could. Will the cuteness of the baby’s room matter if the child grows up in an indulgent or emotionally distant home? Will that baby be concerned about those less fortunate or about making a positive difference in this world? Will having her name emblazoned across the bedroom wall make that baby girl grow up feeling valuable and important or will she fall prey, like so many others, to feeling inadequate no matter how big those letters are.
I don’t think Pinterest is a bad thing. There isn’t anything wrong with sharing cute ideas and sayings and recipes. As long as the pressure to have everything look perfect doesn’t overshadow dealing with a less than perfect, real life. 

Life is messy. Everything isn’t color coordinated. Sometimes things aren’t adorable. Sometimes they are ugly and horrible. Sometimes even the shiniest surfaces can’t hide the dark and dingy underside of life.
I understand the desire to pretty up the exterior. I think that shows more strength than wallowing. But, putting a nice gloss on what people see won’t change the interior. When that hard work is being done, it is rarely pretty.

It’s about balance. Those perfect outfits, elaborate hairstyles, and oh-so-cute decorating tricks are all well and good as long as the people creating them remember to offer grace and love and harmony to the world outside themselves. A beautiful exterior with a mean-spirited interior is nothing more than a beautiful exterior with a mean-spirited interior. The world is not a better place for it.
In the spirit of trying to do things that frighten me, maybe I’ll try out an adorable idea or two from Pinterest. I’m pretty sure I’ll still decorate my home with an off-beat style and I can guarantee nobody at my house will find heart shaped boiled eggs and woven bacon. Guaranteed.  But, I can probably stick a sprig of baby’s breath in a jar and tie it with a ribbon.

Just don’t expect me to have the perfect butt.

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