Thursday, May 8


Several weeks ago, I posted an entry on perfectionism, and true to my perfectionistic nature, I went back and deleted most of what I had written on the topic!!! This is such an embarassing admission, but after I deleted everything except for a quote from Ann Lamott's book, bird by bird, I decided that this quote needed to be posted if for no other reason, to remind myself of the trappings of perfectionism.

Here is what the author says. " Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artists true friend. What people somehow (inadvertently, I'm sure) forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here-and, by extension, what we're supposed to be writing."

I have never been able to see messes as a good thing. The fun of getting messy is replaced by the dread of having to clean it up.

The way the author portrays messes in this quote, however paints a very liberating picture of being able to express yourself freely, and the value of getting muddied in the process.

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Italy trip

I have been going through my pictures, and have enjoyed looking at this album of Italy. I was able to go over last year to attend a conference. This was the first time I have been back in twenty years. The pictures are made up mostly of places we lived as a family. My brother and I were able to go together, and we were graciously hosted by some friends of ours from language school in Perugia. I feel such a sense of nostalgia when I look at these pictures. I miss Italy so much. It was strange to go back as a tourist knowing I would be returning to the US after such a short time. Tonight I made cookies with Nutella in them, and I remembered how much I enjoyed the simple pleasures. Fortunately, you can find it here! Saturday, we are going up to my brother's house to celebrate a late Thanksgiving, only we will be making homemade tortellini instead of turkey. Happy Thanksgiving!