I broke one of my perfectionist rules this weekend: Only host friends for dinner if the experience can impress.
And I broke that rule twice: We hosted friends for dinner on both Saturday and Sunday nights.
Both times we ordered takeout. Both times my kids were wild. Both times our table was too small for all of the people present.
But instead of impressing, we laughed. We talked about the big things on our hearts and minds. We reminisced. And my girls received the precious gift of attention from adults who care about them.
None of which would happen if I clung to my perfectionist rule of hosting to impress.
What perfectionist rule can you challenge this week?