I failed to add a single word to my novel. I didn't even write my morning pages. I missed posting to my blog - the first day I didn't post since January 1st. I added nothing to my Etsy store. Heck, I didn't even cook dinner.
But you know what? The sun came up this morning. Right on schedule.
I promised my critique partners I would bring homemade, whole wheat muffins to our ten o'clock meeting.
I got up at 5:15, helped Nathan with some homework, saw him off to school, and put 24 muffins in the oven. Failing to allow for dark muffin tins and an oven that runs hot, I burned the muffins. Ever so slightly.
Since it is almost an hour drive to my critique group meeting, I didn't have time to bake more muffins. So I selected the six least-burned muffins and took them to the meeting. My friends loved them. They said their children loved the leftovers, too.
Christina Aguilera has received a lot of flack for flubbing the lyrics of our National Anthem at the Super Bowl. Yes, I recognize that she is a professional, and there are certain expectations around being a professional. But I also recognize that she is human and therefore, outside the recording studio, subject to imperfection.
Her performance Sunday evening was nothing if not heartfelt. I might prefer a more straightforward rendition of The Star-Spangled Banner, but I wouldn't expect that from Christina. And despite my preference, like many of the players panned by the cameras during her performance, I was moved to tears by the raw emotion of her presentation. As a matter of fact, even though I know the words to the song by heart - and many of our nation's young people do not - I failed to even notice her slip-up, as caught up in the moment as I was. But, as my boys say, haters gonna hate.
Perfection is overrated. Period. Give yourself permission to fail - to fall short of your goals once in a while, to burn the muffins, and to utterly miss the mark in your attempts at creativity. The sun will come up tomorrow, anyway. And then you can try, try again.