Not Instagram worthy, my world is “good enough”
Water feature with tomatoes in background My world is more “good enough” than it is airbrushed Instagram. While I love scrolling through endless photos and reels of perfect gardens , beautifully presented food , and well behaved canoe-riding cats , I live in unremarkable ordinariness, with just-in-time cooked meals and a cat who thinks nothing of waking me during the night for food that she then rejects in silent indignation. C'est la vie in my world. I learned about ‘good enough’ from my father, whose middle name could have been ‘bodge up’. I can still hear him suggesting to my mother that whatever home repair he had just completed was surely good enough, followed by my mother’s long suffering sigh of acceptance — either of Dad’s quality of work or her need to do it better, do it right, herself. Good enough is an art unto itself, interpreted by each practitioner in their own way. In my world, good enough is neither bodge up nor perfection; it is a finished and functional...
