Years ago I used to refer and call myself a perfectionist, but this was not the truth.
The example I had while growing up was that of my dad, he was the hardest working man I knew.
Everything he did, he did with excellence, he never did anything half-hearted.
He went without so that we didn’t have to and often sacrificed his own comfort for us and even that of others.
He never complained about anything and always put others first despite other people’s obvious selfishness.
He is who I wanted to be like and it is his example I wanted to emulate.
However, I was wrong!
You see I thought this was what being a perfectionist was all about, but it’s not.
Here is why;
My dad never had a problem admitting he made a mistake and he always allowed for human error.
He never expected more from himself or from us than what would be normal for imperfect humans.
My dad wasn’t a perfectionist, but a man of excellence. Everything he did was done with the best of his abilities and strength, he always did everything with excellence.
I wrongfully adopted the term perfectionist because of my friends and former co-workers who would always say to me “you’re a perfectionist”.
Sadly, they had me all wrong and because I didn’t know any better I adopted this view of myself and my dad.
In my later years shortly after my separation and divorce, I began my journey into the art of introspection and eventually developed a keen sense of self-awareness.
It was then that I realized and understood that I was never a perfectionist after at all, but a man that strives for excellence.
Everything I did, I did to the fullest of my abilities and strength but never forgetting my humanity by always allowing room for error.
The one underlined reason for doing everything to the best of my abilities and strength was because my dad taught us that when death came knocking at our door, the only thing people would remember about us was our name.
We learned from him that our name was our character and the kind and type of person we are and where and that this is all that people would remember about us once we were gone.
It all boils down to this;
“How do you want to be remembered?”
Even until now with my dad at age 76, battling systemic cancer (leukemia), he still
Takes care of their home,
And cares for our mom
Demonstrating his love for her and us.
All this always being done to the best of his abilities and strength, with excellence.
This is what I understand a person of excellence to be.
A person of excellence isn’t someone that strives to be perfect in all they do, but someone who strives to do all with the best of their abilities and strength while never forgetting or forsaking their own humanity.
PS; As my dad’s health deteriorates my mom is doing more and more of the work with the same example of my dad.
“Change the way you think, change your world.”
Bradford Lee Mace
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