The well decorated house, the perfect job, the handmade wardrobe, running a marathon, financial success… We all have our dreams. I get a considerable amount of pleasure thinking over some of mine. I work out all the little details and thinking how much better my life would be if those dreams came true.
One dream that I have been particularly passionate about, is the dream of being well dressed. I long for quality-made clothes that fit well and flatter me. It is this dream that has pushed me to attempt “Project 12”. So you would think that after planning and dreaming about sewing a dress for myself, I would be delighted to be sewing it, and look forward to finishing it up. Instead, I am finding myself getting a sinking feeling in my stomach as I continued to work on this project. Is the dress ugly? absolutely not. Did it fit me? yes. Is my husband totally blown away that I am sewing myself a dress? yup. But it isn’t turning out as I imagined.
“It’s OK, Jodi! It’s your first dress!”, my husband tells me. “Of course, it won’t be perfect. Your are sewing these projects to learn how to sew, and you are learning and getting better!” He is right, of course. But my dream is becoming real, but in becoming real, it is also becoming imperfect. In my dreams, seams are always straight, my stomach is flat, and the children put away their toys in the appropriately labeled bins.
So the question is, do I want my dreams badly enough to embrace them even while they become imperfect? Is living out our dreams imperfectly, less of a success than never living out our dreams at all?