…and so it begins…
Another day in the life of me, starting out on a rough note.
It’s 8:00 AM on a Saturday morning and I [literally] pop up out of bed, horrified.
How could I have done this? I slept through my alarm. This never happens.
And for one of the first times in my summer I have officially slept past 6:45, no turning back now.
Feeling terribly guilty and mourning the fact that I do not have time between now and 9 AM, when I plan to start painting my new living space, to fit in my morning run, I determine to redeem myself.
Brent’s coming down, so I’ll surprise him with breakfast.
And so I set out to create the perfect yogurt parfaits, a specially iced coffee drink, and throw a quiche in the oven for a little lunch treat. All this while hoping that I look cute and domestic but also capable and fit in my painting outfit.
[I don’t know where I get these ideas.]
9AM rolls around and Brent comes in. He likes the parfait, but things the coffee drink is a little too sweet, I can tell. I inwardly scold myself for messing up, as if my life depends on coffee drinks and creating them is my sole talent.
[I’d be in trouble if that was the case.]
And so the day proceeds, me trying to be perfect in every way, wanting to be the perfect painter, the perfect organizer, the perfect wedding crafter. Wanting to be so efficient that I won’t take water breaks and sitting is not an option, only pacing.
What is this strive for perfection in me?
I asked myself this question on my run this morning, while simultaneously pushing for a new time on my run that, if I did not make, would cause the run [in my mind] to be a total waste of time. [3 miles is 3 miles, no matter how many minutes I shave off. Why can’t I just get that through my head?]
So I am criticizing my perfectionistic tendencies, while pushing myself in one of them. Seems contradictory, right?
So what am I getting at?
1. I am a perfectionist. In school, in relationships, in my interests, in my talents, with my body, with my mind, with my heart.
2. I will never achieve this perfection that I insist on aiming for. Mankind was not made for perfection.
3. I was made for grace.
As I write, I consider the quote that I constantly recited to myself as I ran my first half marathon, I will hold myself to a standard of grace, not perfection.
My challenge- to you- to me- to all imperfect perfectionists, seek out grace, fall into grace, accept grace.
And if by grace, then it is no longer by works; if it were, grace would no longer be grace.
And while your at it, that quiche I mentioned, it was pretty good too 🙂
PERFECT CRUSTLESS QUICHE
Makes 8 servings
10 oz of fresh, shredded zucchini
1/4 C. vidalia onions, choppe
1/4 cup sundried tomatoes
Additional fresh herbs, use at your descretion (I added fresh basil)
4 eggs, beaten (if adding extra veggies, use an additional egg)
1 (16-ounce) container cottage cheese
2 cups shredded Paremesean cheese
1/4 cup chopped bread for sprinkling on top
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Lightly grease a 9″ pie plate or quiche pan.
Place thawed spinach in a small saucepan. Cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally until soft. Remove from heat and drain off any remaining liquid. Stir in green onions, other veggies if using (optional), eggs, cottage cheese, and Cheddar cheese. Pour mixture into prepared pan.
Bake uncovered in preheated oven for 30 minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle with crushed croutons (or bread crumbs). Return to oven and bake for an additional 25 to 30 minutes, or until eggs are set (if you are adding extra veggies and an egg, your baking time may be a little longer).