i had just walked in the door after a long shift at the hospital. i worked full time as an rn on a very stressful, pediatric oncology floor. had probably even worked a couple twelve hour shifts the days prior. so, i walk in the door, probably somewhat emotionally and physically beat & my hubby informs me we have friends coming for dinner within what i’m certain must have been 7 minutes.
let me explain. it was 1992. i was like 25. there was no such mantra as “it doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful“. there was no nester posting time & time again that my not-yet-vacuumed carpets would not be the deal breaker for the three couples heading over at any moment to hang out & enjoy being together.
i broke out into a full body sweat. i was not happy at all with said newlywed hubby, who -did i mention, was a full blown extrovert always wanting to entertain. always. i remember standing in the entry way that day in my scrubs and him telling me not to worry- that he’d do all the cooking and no one would notice if the floors were vacuumed or not ( oh. okay. right)
i was such a goob. a professional type A wacko. i could not get past not having “things” perfect. things like mopping & vacuuming & whateverelse i was so flustered about. could not get past it. meanwhile i’ve got stud grill boy offering to whip up dinner. i shoulda grabbed a
bottle glass of wine & plopped down, in my scrubs, on the back porch and enjoyed life. enjoyed that we had super cute fun couples heading over and my man was going to cook.
what was wrong with me?
let me tell you. not much has changed. while i sit here at 6pm in the evening, with pajamas on and dog hair on my hardwoods, i still struggle with things needing to be perfect. and the funny thing is…my attitude is what coulda shoulda been my focus. not my friggin floors. my attitude of –“welcome! ya’ll c’mon in! kick your shoes off or better yet, plop ’em up there on my coffee table & grab a beer”-is what i’m certain anyone would have remembered. not whether or not i had vertical stripes up & down my carpeted floors. and you wanna know what else. perfect vertical stripes on carpet floors when folks come over to visit is actually perhaps a tad …ummmm…stand offish. like who wants to feel like they’re messing something up? geez.
add it to the list of things i’d tell my 25 year old self.
i’ve been a humongous fan of nester for several years. i fell super hard for my friend when she blogged about her compassion trip to tanzania. i’ll share more about that soon. nester represents the newer, ever-freeing group of entertainers who’s focus is the people not perfectly lined vacuumed floors. now i’ll insert here–there’s nothing wrong at all with keeping things clean. but when the focus that i had was all about the stupid floors, not my friends and certainly not about my letslovepeoplewellwithgoodfood hubby that’s when it’s all out of whack. but i love this generation of women that continue to rise up and encourage us to be present not perfect.
today myquillyn’s new book releases and i have to tell you, you’re gonna love it!!! it’s beautiful & funny & practical & inspiring. of course it is! i just know you’re gonna fall in love with her freeing philosophy and the fact that she couldn’t care less about perfectly striped carpet!
we’re giving away TWO copies today!! just leave me a comment!