I had written an entire post about my findings from a book I just read, The Unhealthy Truth by Robyn O’Brien. It was long and full of vindication for my personal mistrust of soy products and a new longing to purify our food supply. I also included the things we’ve also done well foodwise so far, since Camper has been born, and a bit of wonderment about how I can care so much about his health and well-being while not thinking twice to down a Diet Coke, myself. But then I erased it. Because if you want to you can read it yourself and figure things out on your own.
But there is one thing I wanted to talk about.
In her book she said “Don’t let perfect be the enemy of good.”
I had to think about that for a minute. And then I realized that it was profound and relevant to MY ENTIRE LIFE. I so badly want to be perfect. Perfect Erin, perfect family, perfect house, perfect health and perfect situation. And every day I fail. Big surprise, right? But in letting that ideal get me down when I am unable to achieve it, I sometimes also just fail to do any GOOD. But the last few days I’ve worried less about the perfect and enjoyed the good. And sometimes I even fail at that. But I think it helps. I think it will help. I can’t give up on things I think are important just because I can’t do it perfectly. I can do it well enough and just move on.
Or, as I like to say to myself lately, “Do what you can and call it good.”
