Consistency & Perfectionism

St. Francis. Chainsaw art in the Little Portion of Lourdes Wellness Center Meditation Garden.
St. Francis. Chainsaw art in the Little Portion of Lourdes Wellness Center Meditation Garden.

This past week, I drove to New Jersey to visit Barbara Moeller at Our Lady of Lourdes Wellness Center to interview her for the book I’m writing. Halfway across the wide state of Pennsylvania, I realized that I didn’t blog this week. Oh well.

As a perfectionist, I like to blog on regular days. Last year, I blogged first on Tuesdays and Thursdays, then on Wednesdays and Fridays. I was consistent. Perfectionism and Consistent are complementary bedfellows.

Life, however, isn’t consistent. And while I haven’t struggled much yet with what people call “pregnancy brain,” I think one of the effects of this pregnancy is my deteriorating consistency.

My inner recovering perfectionist is not liking this. Perfectionism would still like control.

My inner yogi tells me that deteriorating consistency is okay. That your survival, dear reader, is not dependent upon my blog. That if you read this blog, it is probably better for you to know that the “I” behind this page is not perfect. Not consistent. And is, for better or worse, very very human.

That, after all, is what the takeaway of the phrase “imperfectly whole” is all about. I am human. You are human. God views us as Jesus: whole, beautiful, and unique.

This amazing grace of God is what I cling to as I prepare for my classes to start this week, as I look back on the work I’ve accomplished (or not accomplished) this summer, as I think about becoming a very very human mom to a tiny little person.

St. Francis's Feet. He is part of the earth, carved from a dead tree stump in the garden.
St. Francis’s Feet. He is part of the earth, carved from a dead tree stump in the garden.

So! One of the things I did accomplish this summer was finish up the travel research for Jesus in Down Dog: Profiles of Christians Practicing Yoga. I aimed to finish the travel before the baby, and that goal has been met. Hooray!

Over the past year, I’ve visited eight different Christian teachers of yoga on six different research trips. Yikes! I’ve gathered their stories and now I’m trying to compile them into a book for you to read. Hopefully I can introduce them to you in 2014.

This week, that’s all she wrote.

Where did you find grace this week?

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