I remember eating a perfect peach. Every crunchy bite of it separated easily from the pit. The peach was sweet and sour at once, but mostly sour. It was “low maintenance” as far as peaches go – no mess, no napkin required. It was a perfect size: large enough to be satisfying and not too large to start an internal dialogue about whether or not I feel like finishing it.
I suddenly realized that MY perfect peach is a complete opposite of a “classic perfect peach”: large, super-sweet, on a softer side, a peach that sends sticky juice running down one’s fingers with every bite…
No, thank you.
Are you a perfect parent?
Are you a perfect manager?
Will you ever get served a perfect cup of coffee?
Will your children ever be perfectly behaved?
Those are the wrong questions to ask because “perfect” is about being well-matched with its “beholder”. Everything is already perfect.