Ten Pax, took the DRP this morning, answered the call and got just a bit better because of it.
The Pax: Flying Tomato, Squirrel, CPT D, Samsonite, Bourne, Meat Sweats, Scout, Quatro, Josey and we welcome FNG Gabe (Uke or UUUUUkkke)
Warm Up: SSH, Windmills, Grass getters
And we let Sally take us home….Squats for the whole Bring Sally Up song
ANNOUNCEMENTS: As a reminder to all MOD is back in person. The gang is gathering outside Refill’s (Broad Street Bakery). We are still doing virtual Q-Source(fish) on Wednesday mornings.
Bourne led us out with a great prayer, reminding us to live with out moral compass pointed toward the Lord and love one another.
MOLESKINE: For a number of reasons ranging from ‘mourning a boo-boo’ to simply ‘feeling lazy’, I’ve not posted or Led a post, thus haven’t done a Backblast in a good while.
Something unexpected happened a bit ago that had me off-center. I won’t go into specifics, but it had to do with a project I had been working on that abruptly ended, completely outside my control. Surrounded by my amazing wife while missing my awesome F3 friends (stupid Coronavirus), I was able to get through it without spiraling downward into a pity party, which I have somewhat of a history of doing.
Every now and again I (we) need to re-calibrate to the truth of things.
Working a project is common task, but for whatever reason, I found myself struggling to carry it out. I poured over the Preliminary Design Review (PDR), the Critical Design Review (CDR) the training aspect, etc. etc, for hours, making sure I knew exactly what needed to happen. I researched what I needed to do, I looked at best practices and was ready to go and yet I couldn’t bring myself to send the message out.
Having recently been a Handyman the phrase, “measure twice, cut once” and “buy more lumber than you need, cause you’re gonna mis-cut” has served me well. The problem was that when I went back through everything, something wasn’t right. After triple checking, researching some more the answer was still elusive. To say I wasn’t confident would be an understatement.
What really got to me was the fact I knew that if I stepped back and looked at the bigger picture, the details were damn near irrelevant, and it certainly wouldn’t have justified the amount of time I’d spent chasing the perfect answer.
Skip forward to the end of the day. Kathryn and I stood in our kitchen while she cooking dinner. We had exchanged the usual daily small talk. How was your day? Anything interesting happen at work? You know, the normal conversation prompts.
We both got quiet for a moment and she looked at me, knowing something was bothering me. I told her what happened and how much it bothered me. I realized….
That phrase is great, sure. There’s a lot of truth in it. But I think it comes up just a bit short in explaining what we’re truly trying to achieve. I imagine the large majority of us hold a belief that perfection is impossible, though there’s nothing wrong with striving for it. It’s just that we need to understand the point at which our pursuit of perfection is hurting more than it’s helping.
I think we have to look a few layers deeper. In striving for perfection, what really are we trying to achieve? Acceptance? Praise? What are we trying to prove, and to whom? Is achieving perfection really going to give us what we’re wanting? In what kinds of situations do we spend too much time chasing perfection? What sorts of other things (people) would be a better use of our time?
We build better (not perfect) men by embracing hard things together