Progress
I took a picture on my phone today.
I was standing in the middle of a mess when I did it. A gasoline can at my feet...a lawnmower next to it. Odds and ends that need a home, dirty containers, rotting flowers, spider webs, a random five dollar bill — sometimes that's all I see.
But as I stepped back for a second a word came to my mind — Progress.
In March I built these rolling carts. One has a crooked leg...gives it character I suppose. They are big and I like them. Last week Jesse painted them. I found these lamps I like on a trip to DC this spring...makes it feel friendly. Last year at this time I had a little wobbly card table. Progress!
I think we should tell perfectionism to take a hike and celebrate progress more.