Perfectionism

My friend, a perfectionist,
Asked how I deal with that pressure.

I think I have made progress this year,
In learning to be okay with not being perfect,

So we talked about my journey.

Lucky me, I got to exercise this learning
When I burned our lunch,

And felt like I dropped every ball I was juggling
And wanted to do nothing but hide away.

Put into practice my journey.
Sometimes meals get burned. Move on.

So I boiled potatoes and did the next thing.
It wasn’t the perfect response, I suppose,

But it was good enough. And that is enough.