Perfection is described by one source as thus:
per·fec·tion — pərˈfekSH(ə)n/ — noun
If it’s perfection you seek, consider this: There is no freedom in perfection. To the contrary, it can be
I have a quote hanging in my home office that reads:
“When was the last time you did something for the first time?”
Excellent question, mostly because contemplating what that quote means (i.e., being dynamic, not static) keeps me on my toes. It challenges me to step out of my routine and explore roads less traveled. I find that each time I do something new I always learn something. For example, in my work and personal life, when I meet and interact with someone I’ve never met before — which I often do —I am rewarded with a sense of renewal and restored vitality for life. As an added bonus, these new experiences inevitably lead to even more adventures.
In the past year I began
This past week I finished reading Khaled Hosseini’s beautiful novel titled A Thousand Splendid Suns. In this stunning book, Hosseini brilliantly describes the history of Afghanistan dating back to the Soviet invasion, the rule of the Taliban, as well as a post-Taliban era.
What was most striking to me about the story was the deeply evocative account of the lives of the Afghan people — particularly those of young girls and women. There were a handful of instances when I had to simply put the book down and give myself time to absorb the jarring contrast between being a woman in Afghanistan compared to being a woman born and raised in the United States of America.
The following are some stark facts about what it has been like to be a woman in Afghanistan — a nation consistently rated as one of the most dangerous countries in the world to be born a woman:
