
This blog is a little something of everything because after all, everyone is a little something of everything. And me? I'm all that jazzz, 1993.
Welcome Bloggers, have you fed Swimmy?
Today I had an interview to apply for the role of school captain. It was a very big deal indeed. I just couldn't help but be nervous no matter how hard I convinced myself that I wasn't. So the interview is over and it has become a case of "if only I had said that".
I wish someone had written me something inspiring to say like in the movies when they suddenly come up with a marvelous idea and everyone loves them. Maybe I could have said something like; I didn't iron my shirt for this occassion. I'm not saying I didn't take the time to present myself and I'm not saying that my shirt has not been ironed. What I'm saying is; I'm representing the school everyday. I didn't go to a lot of trouble to present myself because I wear my clothes with pride every day.
It isn't a lie. It is something 100% true about myself. If you aren't being yourself then what do you have left? You have to be yourself and you have to be proud of who you are. I wasn't trying to be something I'm not when I turned up to the interview and I'm certainly not claiming to be perfect. I was myself.
So my word of the day - what I really wanted to talk about: Perfect... and Perfection.
I asked dictionary.com what it thought about this word...
"excellent or complete beyond practical or theoretical improvement".
Perfection. I do not claim to own or possess it and I wonder exactly why there is such a word. Can anything really ever be perfect? Be 100%? Perhaps a mark on a test; but is what the test said perfect? More to my point, can anyone ever be perfect?
What do you see when you look at yourself in a mirror? Is it perfect? Does it matter?
I'm beginning to think it doesn't. In my next blog I'm tossing up whether to post a story about perfection, an issue about anxiety or do a blog about photography. We'll see.
Until then; keep smiling.