Little Edward was never much fun,
Said his mom: “He’s the serious one.”
He double checks locks,
He sorts dirty socks,
And each morning he wakes up the sun.
I was thinking earlier this week of a person much like Little Edward. He is responsible to a fault, thinking the world will forget to rotate if he does not set his foot out of bed and shove off a bit with his toes to give it encouragement each day.
Unfortunately, we all have a little bit of Edward in us. It is not the end of the world, I am finding, to leave the laundry and other urgent items for 30 minutes while I observe from my porch: a breeze that blows without my prompting and a yellow butterfly perfecting the landscape without my beckoning. It is hard for me to put my idealism down for naps, but when I do, I realize how pleasing and perfect all the things I’ve never touched can be.
Funny how you and I seem to often think of the same things. I’m currently trying to work out the perfectionist in me. I used to make myself stop and smell the roses. I’m not sure when I got out of the habit but I’m going to try again.
Ah yes. My struggle with perfectionism definitely lies in other areas. Sorting socks is my very least favorite chore 🙂
Makes me think of Trisha Yearwood’s song Little Hercules.