It’s been pretty well documented by me (and pointed out by others now and then) that I am far from perfect.

Sometimes I lose my temper with my kids.

Sometimes I am not as diplomatic as I should be when someone disagrees with me.

Sometimes I say things that outright offend people, whether intentionally or not.

Sometimes my paperwork is late, my house a mess and what I really want to do is hide in my room and re-watch the entire season of “Outlander” on StarzPlay.

You get the idea.

The woman from whom my kids used to take art had a sign in her studio that read “Practice makes progress”.   I love that.   There is no such thing as perfection, and in fact, perfection in all things might be boring, so why make that the goal?   Progress, on the other hand, is something we can all strive for.

I’m not perfect, and that’s ok.  I do my best to make progress on those areas in which I could stand some improvement.  (There are many and I don’t always succeed.)

And I don’t need my kids to be perfect, but I do hope they’ll strive to make progress.

If you’re having a particularly imperfect day, take heart.   Tomorrow will be better, and progress sometimes comes in very small doses.