Recently I wrote a post about my perfect holiday and The Boy, having quizzed me thoroughly, told me he wanted to tell me all about his perfect holiday so that he could be a #MarkWarnerBoy when I was a #MarkWarnerMummy. Raising a digital native is a very odd experience sometimes, when a 4 year old catches you by surprise and seems to understand more than you think they ought about technology… or maybe I just bore on about blog stuff too much.
What makes my perfect holiday? This is a question I was asked in order to qualify for something that I’d really love to be a part of, but the truth is that I am struggling to answer it. What does make my perfect holiday? What is my perfect anything?
I’ve been mulling it over and I think that so often, in seeking for perfection, only disappointment is found. We fantasise about the perfect man, the perfect holiday, the perfect life but the truth is that perfection is a myth and hunting for it can be a sort of torment.