Perfection is attained by slow degrees; it requires the hand of time. Voltaire

A friend posted a quote by Voltaire on perfection today and that made me think. Perfection has been a biggie in my life since I was six years old and my teacher sent a note home to my parents telling them they needed to explain to me that nobody was perfect. My Dad jokingly told me that with a codicil. He was the only exception!

When I quit smoking my husband said, "Now, I suppose you think you're perfect!" (That was his fear that he wouldn't succeed, but he did.)

For years I struggled for the perfect recital, the perfect look, to be a perfect mother, whatever!

Today I realized what a shift has taken place when I read the quote about perfection requiring time.

I'm not even sure what perfection is!

After giving it some thought, I am inclined to believe that perfection, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.