“No problem,” I think, and continue on my merry way.
Perhaps this is a good time to tell you that one of my secret talents (okay, my only secret talent) is parallel parking in tight spaces. And this isn’t even parallel parking, so it’s a piece of cake for me.
Twenty seconds later my car is parked, surrounded by empty spaces. I turn off the engine and open the door.
“Park again and straighten out,” the attendant calls to me. How strange. I thought I was between the lines.
While driving to my medical appointment, I had been in the midst of an upsetting phone conversation with a friend about a child close to me. Perhaps I was distracted. So I get back in the car and park again. I turn off the engine again and get out of the car to examine my work. Yep, between the lines. Nope, not even touching the lines.
“Go back and straighten it out,” the guy yells to me. What?!?! “Your front wheel is turned slightly to the right,” he adds. “Straighten your steering wheel.”
Suddenly, in addition to feeling sad, I am full-on aggravated. I’m not proud of what I said next to the attendant, within full earshot of my friend on the phone. (Rather than verbally re-spew, I’ll let you imagine. Because my poor behavior is not the point of this particular story.)
Clearly the parking attendant’s standard was different from mine.
He wanted to see Perfection. Perhaps he had a top Need that wasn’t getting met in other aspects of his life, and so he started emotionally leaking at work. I’m just speculating, of course.
I, on the other hand, was going for Good Enough. Between the yellow lines, without touching them, without anyone or anything trapped under the car, is good enough.
Here comes the point. When you have a lot happening in life and work, and no one’s safety is at risk, go for Good Enough. Perfection is the enemy of progress. I’d rather get a lot done well, and safely, than get one thing done perfectly.
What’s one thing you’ve done well enough lately? Please share it in the comments below. Can’t think of anything you’ve completed imperfectly? Oh, honey, we need to talk.