For some reason I am becoming more of a perfectionist as the days now pass. It seems that most things must be done three times before they are “right”.  I’m not sure when this started.

• Maybe it came to life when I was once again living on my own after my wife died? 
• Maybe it was because I no longer have to be a caregiver for someone who had so little respect for her health?
•  Maybe it was because my time is now pretty much on my own and I don’t have anything better to do. There are no more constant repairs and hours of maintenance needed for a 100 year old homestead. Everything like that is now handled by the RetCom staff.

Whatever the reason, I kinda like being able to have the time to 

• Find the perfect words when I write
• Take a picture I took years ago and experiment with morphing it into what my mind’s eyes sees.
• Constantly be rearranging my ever-increasing indoor plant menagerie. They say everyone needs something living around them. Besides the 200 or so retirees in the RetCom around me I have my plants who totally depend on me for their existence.

The above sound like simple things but that is what I want to do at this point in my life. I guess it is like my version of “Walden Pond”, or maybe it is the ultimate form of SIMPLIFICATION.

Simplification and Perfection coexist very well together if you play by your own rules. In other words

THINK FOR YOURSELF, QUESTION EVERYTHING, NEVER STOP LEARNING

and, if you are as lucky as I am, you will eventually find the “perfect” life.