This month marks the 40th anniversary of when fourteen year old Nadia Comaneci became the first gymnast to score a perfect 10 at the Montreal Olympics.

comanecibeamFor some reason, the word ‘Perfect’ has been lobbying hard for my attention for the past few days. I’ve heard people say, “There is no such thing as perfect”; and this has contrasted with my own, no doubt heavily flawed assessment of my latest culinary attempt that whispers to no one else, “Umm…perfect!”

So what it is it? ‘Perfect’ that is; not whether it actually exists or not – that question is always going to be relative but I needed a good headline.

It feels like I’m stating the obvious here and maybe I am but ‘Perfect’ or even ‘Perfection’ (and let’s not bother getting into the subtle difference between the two) is usually not much more than an opinion is it?

For example, I may tell you that the perfect woman is one who wears gold shellac, nail varnish and is wonderfully feminine in all her ways but is equally at home making a fire on a desert island, or climbing a mountain, carrying a serious load on her back.

But you may think that is anything but perfection, whether you are a man or a woman!

Or how about one of the many Bible quotes Bono slips into his songs?

“Is it true that perfect love drives out all fear?
The right to appear ridiculous is something I hold dear
Oh, but a change of heart comes slow”

What if perfect love really does drive out all fear?

What even is perfect love? Bono and millions of others would claim that it is the love of God. Maybe they’re right? If it is true, we could certainly do with some of that spread in every corner of the world couldn’t we?


Either way, you and I have our preferences and when those preferences all line up simultaneously – or at least a good number of them – we often find ourselves saying “Perfect!”

Perhaps the real life lesson here is to acknowledge that this very moment, this opportunity to learn and apply something, tomorrow’s visit, the person you will meet for the very first time, or the one who has a habit of winding you up the wrong way…

It is all perfect, if you choose to make it so.


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Paul Hatcher

I am at heart, a communicator. I love to use words, whether written or spoken and maximise those words to hopefully, bring some encouragement - literally, to put courage into the hearts & minds of those who read or hear them. In my work as an executive coach, speaker, workshop facilitator, I love also to listen...deeply, and then respond with some encouragement.


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