The postcards are finally here! They arrived in all of their glory this week, and I had quite a fun time looking through them. There are several different styles of them, from nature to black-and-white to colorful. If you like vintage things, you might enjoy some of the black-and-white postcards of the hobby shop. If you like countrysides, you might enjoy the pastoral scenes of rolling farmland and Missouri wildflowers.
Strangely enough, I had thought I was going to like the black-and-white postcards the best. But when they got here, I really REALLY liked the colorful postcards of the airplanes hanging in the hobby shop instead! The black-and-whites didn’t capture my fancy like I thought they would. To be honest, I was disappointed.
By nature I am a perfectionist. It’s something I have had to combat my whole life. I recently heard a quote (though I can’t for the life of me remember where, so if anybody knows PLEASE help me out) that said perfectionism is just another word for fear. Can that be true? For me it is. I’ve realized my grip on perfectionism has been holding me back from trying new things out of fear of failure. What if I let go of the need for perfect and just embraced the imperfect reality of what is?
Have you ever had a time where you thought you had your preferences figured out, only to find that they suddenly changed one day out of the blue? For example, I used to REALLY love jalepenos. I ate them on my Subway sandwiches and on my nachos. Around the time that Derick and I met, I ate them on pretty much everything that had the option of including jalepenos. Then all of a sudden one day, I didn’t like them anymore. I’m not really sure of the exact reason, but I haven’t had a jalepeno on purpose in YEARS.
Do you get frustrated when something didn’t turn out the way you had hoped? Derick is great at helping me see the bigger pictures in things. When I realized the black-and-white postcards weren’t exactly like I had hoped they would be, I was pretty down about it for awhile, but he helped me see that just because they were different than I expected didn’t mean they were bad. Just because they didn’t quite meet my standard doesn’t necessarily mean someone else won’t enjoy them.
It’s okay for things to not quite be what we hoped. Can we find something good about them? Can we find a reason to celebrate them, even if they don’t QUITE meet our approval? Can we embrace the imperfect in our lives and in ourselves?
And by the way, I hope you’ll come see some of the postcards on display at the hobby shop! You just might find one you like, and maybe just maybe enjoy the imperfections in the process. -Paige
Thanks for stopping by! I'm a student turned teacher turned writer turned part-time tutor, postcard hobbyist, and landscape photograph enthusiast. I have zero formal training in photography, but I love the art of visual documentation. I lived the first 30 years of my life in Oklahoma until I made a major life change (long story and I'd love to tell it sometime!), met my husband, moved to Marshall, and became a bonafide Missourian. My husband Derick owns our hobby shop, and we have a 2-year old son Rafe who loves just about everything these days (except spinach). If you ever see me around town with a camera pointed at a sunset, please say hi. I'd love to be friends. :)