"On Being Perfect"

I learned a life lesson from a spelling lesson.

A lesson about perfection.

Perhaps you know that I am a bit anal about having everything spelled correctly.  I'm pretty good at it to start with, and I also proof read several times to find any typos. Even at that it amazes me how some mistakes escape me.  But I try damn hard because I think it is important.  It demonstrates care and assures that your message is received correctly.

And then I read this!!

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the first and last ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can still raed it wouthit a porbelm. This is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

So what's the lesson?  

It's impossible to be perfect,  if you think you are, you aren't, and it don't matter spit anyway.  Trying to be so is just a waste of energy.

(swim and yoga)

"If the world was perfect, it wouldn't be."---Yogi Berra

Love

Peter