My husband would be the first to tell you he is not particularly handy.
Even though the Handyman Club of America sent him a card in the mail designating him as a member in good standing. How that came to him is still a mystery.
When he was in school, all ninth grade boys had to take general shop.
He hated that class.
He nearly sawed through a sawhorse during the woodworking rotation.
One day the teacher gave the students pieces of plastic. They were to cut out a design and then buff it smooth. You had to be careful, Dennis tells me, because if you buffed too long or too hard, you could burn the piece.
He cut out a small dog and began to buff.
He showed it to the teacher. “How’s this?”
It’s worth a C.
More buffing. “How’s this?”
Now it’s a B minus.
They repeated this “dance” until the teacher pronounced the project A minus worthy.
My husband put down the buffer.
He was done.
Not finished necessarily, but done.
Like a biscuit, as Matt Appling would say.
When a student tells him, they’re done, Matt says, they are really saying they want to quit.
They are not really asking me, “Is this good?”
They are asking me, “Is this good enough?” ~p. 49
If you are living life by a “good enough” philosophy, then you are living like a teenager who only tries to get a passing grade or a worker trying to do just enough to not get fired. You will never discover your true potential at “good enough.” You will never exceed expectations at “good enough.” You will never surprise yourself at “good enough.” And no one will be more hurt than you by “good enough.” ~pp. 49-50
I frowned a bit when I read this because
I’ve struggled I struggle so much with feeling less than enough, with not measuring up. So I’ve had to learn to say “enough’s enough. In fact, if I ever find the courage to write a memoir, I’ll call it Still. Enough.
Back in the day, I loved wrapping gifts. I’d get all creative. Maybe I’d tape an ribbon in the form of an angel and top it with angel hair. But it didn’t take the recipient any time at all to rip my creativity to shreds. So I got lazy and stuck to tying bows–and then just slapping on paper.
I gave up other creative outlets–cross-stitching, crocheting, quilting. They didn’t seem to be as worthy of my time as other pursuits. And I tired of the messes.
Besides, there were others who were much more talented.
I’d stick to writing.
And maybe try to see life deeper through the lens of a camera.
Even though there are others who are much more talented at both.
I lost the joy of simple play, the chance to overcome life messes by making messes, and the opportunity to use art to open the flow of words.
Though I’ve decided to accept myself as enough, I’ve decided not to accept a “good enough” life.
So I’ve said, “enough’s enough.”
I chose “create” as my one-word for the year.
I’m taking classes to chisel off the dried dust that coats my inner child.
I’ve bought sketchbooks and paints and colored pencils.
And just this morning, I rummaged through my leftover quilt supplies.
Joining The High Calling’s book study on
This week Glynn Young leads us in a discussion of the introduction through chapter 2.
Join us here.