Good Enough

"Don't let perfection stand in the way of good enough." 

From centuries of well-spoken thoughts by Voltaire, Confucius, 

Shakespeare 

This quote has been bouncing around in my brain for a couple of weeks, after it linked up with another random question about how the drive for perfectionism affects my golf shots, blogs, storytelling performances, and daily life.

Arlo & Janis 10/29/19 Norman Transcript

Nine years ago when I began blogging my writing wasn't perfect, and my stories and grammar still are not perfect. I realized that in my first few months of writing that IF I wrote/rewrote, then edited/reedited my hand would never push the 'publish' button and my blog would go empty.  By taking a deep breath I discovered I could hit the publish button. 

My purpose of writing the blog, originally, was to write stories that I could then tell in public for paid performances. A few years later, I felt like my stories contained value. Though not perfect they sounded good enough to me. 

     "Yesterday, as we walked, the muted fall leaves scurried like little mice across the streets, under our feet, around the corners, and down from above.  Still it was quiet and the animals in the neighborhood slept on. My mind, too, was quiet, until suddenly a yard sprinkler system came on full blast. Shivers crept up my wet side as I danced to the right and out into the center of the street. Lucy was faster and never a drop touched her fur."




This story became stinkier the longer I walked that morning with Lucy, and it could most certainly stand a revision. If I had waited on perfection the story,  Dancing in the Breeze, might have been neglected and eventually forgotten due to time restraints and frustrations, and this delightful memory lost. 




In the last decade of playing golf, working out, going to physical therapy I discovered that I could not hit the ball with the efficiency and perfection I once knew; I could not work out as long as I demanded of myself; I could not

Dornick Hills cliff hole #16 where I could not hit my 8 iron over it from 100 yards.

perform some of the exercises they gave me.  All of these could nots finally stung me with needles of anger and frustration. One day in early spring I began to say to myself "that shot wasn't perfect but it sure didn't hurt me (both literally and figuratively)."  I made a tally mark on my scorecard of the shot that was good enough.  

In the beginning, I found myself critical of what constituted a 'good enough' shot. On a scale of 1-10 (think of Bo Derek) I expected a shot to be an 8,9,10 which correlated to 5-8 shots out of 45 being good enough. 

It's amazing how happy I can be when I realize that the good shots out weighed the bad. 

"This is not a test," I reminded myself. It is a game, a pleasant reminder of life. So...The next few rounds of golf became more relaxed and more tally marks appeared. Week by week I began to find more positive things about my golf score, and transferred that positivity to my work outs. Some of which I found that just finishing was good enough. 

A close friend from years of teaching, writing, and performing designed a t-shirt for the OU/Texas game this year and gave them to several friends.  When she posted her design on Facebook she made the note: It's not perfect but it is done.    

Unfocused Fun

LPGA Pro Mickey Wright, PGA Pro Johnie Stapp
1958 MGCC

When I was young and learning how to play golf, I stressed my father's patience so much that he nicknamed me Tizzy.  As long as he could see that I was learning my name was Letty, but of course, the tonality changed with the teaching moment. When he reached that point of total frustration with my actions, inactions, or total lack of focus, he'd take off his hat, scratch his scalp and mumble Tizzy. Then he managed to laugh a little, and crack the tension of the moment. I always knew when he called me Tizzy that he was in a state of great frustration. 




Perhaps he knew I'd never be a championship golfer because of my lack of focus, but he never gave up and although my focus still drifts, I did learn to persevere.  




I think he'd like to know that my mind, imagination, travels, and golf have taken me some interesting places. Since I have the pictures to prove it, that tells you that perhaps I wasn't focused on golf while I was busy looking at trees, at oceans, at mountains, at bobcats, at birds, and at anything other than my next shot. 

A few years ago the Bighorn Sheep were eating the grasses near a green at PGA West.  I guess I finished putting before slowly creeping toward the bighorn in hopes of catching a photo. We were all three in awe of his majestic body, and skillful steps as he turned and sauntered straight up the mountainside away from us.

Most often I find trees, bushes, and flowers to capture my attention,

but sometimes those elusive animals allow me time to click; like the herd of Javelina's  at The Gallery in Marana, Az. 

Then other times my playing partners just can't resist a good shot.

Focused or unfocused a day outside with nature is truly a blessing for me.  

Since I'm waiting on warmer days to play some golf, I'm writing each morning this month. Perhaps you'd like to click on the link to Oklahoma Women Bloggers -- Blogger of the Month and read my stories on "Imagination."