This morning was one of those moments when the illusion of control collapsed.
You spoke right to me. It’s wonderful to feel seen ♥️
Alona,
I loved your article about how to manage real life 'on the court' situations with Grace and empathy!
Below, I'm sharing a poem about perfectionism called Perfect Peter Piper.
I have 20 of these Dr Seuss rhyming-style poems about life challenges... that I'm compiling into a book.
I'd love to share more with you and Matt and the girls ...I think you'd like them!
Best and warmest blessings for your adventures ahead,
Tera
Tera Gardner, CLC, NVC San Diego trainer and coach
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.. PERFECTLY!
Every pepper that Peter Piper picked was PERFECT for pickling.
This is what Peter Piper preferred
because he wanted it to be perfect
to please his parents.
So,
He picked and he pickled
and he picked and he pickled
and then
he packed and packaged,
of course, PERFECTLY.
And, This is now what Peter Piper preferred.
Each pepper picked precisely more perfect than the last because he always wanted it to be perfect,
to please his parents;
perfectly perfect for his parents!
Because
This is what Peter Piper's parents preferred!
And Peter perfected plenty...practically perfecting perfection.
One day, a bit perplexed,
Peter pondered,
"Perhaps, just perhaps,
peppers, pickling, packing
& packaging perfectly
was
potentially... PREPOSTEROUS!"
Perhaps, plentiful possibilities were passing him by.
Perhaps people, pleasant people, would be pleased,
even if
peppers were not perfect;
pristinely picked, and packaged perfectly.
Perhaps, imperfectly picked, pickled packed and packaged peppers could still be palatable.
...perhaps peppers COULD be
Imperfectly Perfect
or
Perfectly Imperfect ...
Perhaps?
Peter pondered plenty!
Perhaps, Peter even pondered,
he'd possibly be a piece more peaceful
if ..
he didn't have to perpetually
....BE PERFECT!
He dared one day to follow his friend Little Jack's advice;
Stuck out his thumb & pulled out a PERFECTLY IMPERFECT PEPPER,
(not a plum)
and then ..
another and another....
and
Importantly... Peter Piper,
perfectly pleased, pronounced,
Well,
"What a little piece
more . ..
Peaceful
Peter Piper
am I!"
🕊🕊🕊🕊
The gift of imperfection
You spoke right to me. It’s wonderful to feel seen ♥️
Alona,
I loved your article about how to manage real life 'on the court' situations with Grace and empathy!
Below, I'm sharing a poem about perfectionism called Perfect Peter Piper.
I have 20 of these Dr Seuss rhyming-style poems about life challenges... that I'm compiling into a book.
I'd love to share more with you and Matt and the girls ...I think you'd like them!
Best and warmest blessings for your adventures ahead,
Tera
Tera Gardner, CLC, NVC San Diego trainer and coach
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.. PERFECTLY!
Every pepper that Peter Piper picked was PERFECT for pickling.
This is what Peter Piper preferred
because he wanted it to be perfect
to please his parents.
So,
He picked and he pickled
and he picked and he pickled
and then
he packed and packaged,
of course, PERFECTLY.
And, This is now what Peter Piper preferred.
Each pepper picked precisely more perfect than the last because he always wanted it to be perfect,
to please his parents;
perfectly perfect for his parents!
Because
This is what Peter Piper's parents preferred!
And Peter perfected plenty...practically perfecting perfection.
One day, a bit perplexed,
Peter pondered,
"Perhaps, just perhaps,
peppers, pickling, packing
& packaging perfectly
was
potentially... PREPOSTEROUS!"
Perhaps, plentiful possibilities were passing him by.
Perhaps people, pleasant people, would be pleased,
even if
peppers were not perfect;
pristinely picked, and packaged perfectly.
Perhaps, imperfectly picked, pickled packed and packaged peppers could still be palatable.
...perhaps peppers COULD be
Imperfectly Perfect
or
Perfectly Imperfect ...
Perhaps?
Peter pondered plenty!
Perhaps, Peter even pondered,
he'd possibly be a piece more peaceful
if ..
he didn't have to perpetually
....BE PERFECT!
He dared one day to follow his friend Little Jack's advice;
Stuck out his thumb & pulled out a PERFECTLY IMPERFECT PEPPER,
(not a plum)
and then ..
another and another....
and
Importantly... Peter Piper,
perfectly pleased, pronounced,
Well,
"What a little piece
more . ..
Peaceful
Peter Piper
am I!"
🕊🕊🕊🕊
The gift of imperfection