I have a confession to make. I came face to face with my own ‘beauty is embarrassing‘ moment this weekend. On Friday, I invited Stacey and her husband over for dinner since we’re now neighbors. I even gave her a housewarming present. Dinner was beef wellington and roasted broccoli and green beans. Somewhere between the tour of the house and when dinner was ready, I turned into my mother.
I fixed and served everyone’s plates and made sure we all had something to drink. I opened my mouth and suddenly, my mother spoke through me. “I don’t think this came out right. I’m very sorry if dinner is gross. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to finish your plate. I won’t be offended, I’ll understand,” I heard myself saying. See, my mom does this every time we sit down to eat especially if there are guests over. To be fair, I ended up using phyllo dough instead of puff pastry for the wellington and it just wasn’t the same.
Everyone but me, finished their plates. In fact, there were only a few bits of broccoli left over. Even I must admit that the vegetables came out the way I like them, extra crispy, and the steak wasn’t too bad. They all enjoyed their food and said so. And yet, I feel embarrassed because it was all less than perfect.
There comes a moment where we need to realize that nothing will ever be perfect. I never did think of myself as a perfectionist until recently. I am a huge perfectionist and that’s what keeps me from trying out new things. It’s also the reason why I blog about my failures and try to learn and grow from them.
So right now, even though it’s not perfect, I’m announcing the grand opening of my Etsy store, Survival Organs. It’s a work in progress with more lymph nodes and other organs added to the shop weekly.
My nodes aren’t perfect. They’re not really anatomically correct. And you know what? That’s okay. I’m not perfect but I’m well equipped for survival, and that’s all I need.