Everything was all set. Ken and I were going to cook dinner for our house guest on a Sunday evening. Simple. Easy. Casual. Just the three of us. Then three became seven. My husband asked if we could invite a good friend of us all, her husband, and daughter over to dinner as well. My first response: no. I couldn't wrap my head around having a dinner party for six. All the excuses for why I couldn't host six people were racing through my mind. But then I stopped myself and started figuring out how to make it happen.
My name is Megan, and I am addicted to perfectionism. In some ways I say that playfully, but in other ways it comes from a place of utter sincerity. Ever since I was a little girl I have struggled with being a perfectionist. Everything had to be perfect in order for things to be right.… Continue reading The Beauty of Imperfection