Present Over Perfect: Leaving Behind Frantic for a Simpler, More Soulful Way of Living
by Shauna Niequist
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Present Over Perfect:
Leaving Behind Frantic For A Simpler, More Soulful Way Of Living
Foreword by Brené Brown
A few months after I met Shauna for the first time at a speaking event, she emailed me to ask if we could get together during her upcoming trip to Houston.
Having recently finished her book, Bread & Wine, I was totally inspired to buck my normal response of “I’d love to, but I’m crazy busy right now” in favor of a hearty, “Yes! Come over and I’ll cook dinner.”
Shauna has a Benedictine passion about hospitality, gatherings, and feeding friends that I find contagious and inspiring. Of course, once the day arrived, my inspiration morphed into dread. My house was a disaster, I was two weeks late on a writing deadline, and I looked as tired and burnt out as I felt. What really sounded good was an evening of numbing out in front of the television with chips and queso. Alone.
In the middle of my “should I cancel or not” dance, I remembered this quote from St. Benedict: “Let all guests who arrive be received like Christ.” Would I cancel on Jesus to hide out from my life with snack food and Law & Order reruns Honestly, I hope not. But there are days when I’m not so sure. And don’t worry— God is totally clear about this struggle. We discuss it on a regular basis.
On this particular day, I decided to welcome Shauna in the most holy way I knew— with love and total honesty. I heated up some turkey chili and tamales, threw on some comfy pants, and opened the front door. We hugged for a minute, then she looked me straight in the eye and asked, “How are you”
I could tell she really wanted to know. I got teary eyed and said, “I’m tired. Confused. A little lonely. But holding on.”
Shauna smiled as her eyes welled up. “Me too, pal. Me too. It’s so hard sometimes.”
Our time together that night was sacred for a simple reason: we chose to be present over pretending to be perfect.
I believe the most powerful way to share what it really means to show up and be present is through story, and that’s Shauna’s offering with this book. Her gift to us is a collection of stories that are real, honest, and familiar in a way that is both comforting and a little uncomfortable (like truth can be).
Present Over Perfect is an open- armed invitation to welcome the people we love, and even ourselves, back into our lives. It’s not an easy call, but Shauna is at the door and she knows exactly how to make us feel at home.
God hasn’t invited us into a disorderly, unkempt life but into something holy and beautiful— as beautiful on the inside as the outside.
1 Thessalonians 4:7, The Message
By Mary Oliver
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
Are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Ship to Wreck
And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I said
I can’t help but pull the earth around me to make my bed
And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I did
Did I drink too much Am I losing touch Did I build this ship to wreck
— Florence + the Machine
This is a love story, like all my favorite stories. It’s a story about letting yourself be loved, in all your imperfect, scarred, non- spectacular glory. And it’s about the single most profound life change I’ve yet encountered.
One Saturday, three years ago, I stared at the ceiling of a hotel room in Dallas, exhausted. I said to myself, “If anyone else wants to live this life I’ve created for myself, they’re more than welcome to try. But I’m done. I need a new way to live.”
I was thirty- six years old. Aaron and I had been married for eleven years, and we had two boys— a one- year- old and a six- year- old. I was finishing a book— a month from submitting a manuscript, longer than the previous ones I’d written, and with recipes this time, which meant that during the weekdays I was writing essays, and in the evenings I tested recipes over and over, flinging pans of burned brownies into the sink and starting again, butterflying pork tenderloin, taking notes on paper spattered with vinegar, dusted with spices. On the weekends, often I was traveling, speaking at conferences, retreats, and churches.
In many ways, I loved this life— loved my husband, adored my kids, was so thankful to be a writer. But it’s like I was pulling a little red wagon, and as I pulled it along, I filled it so full that I could hardly keep pulling. That red wagon was my life, and the weight of pulling it was destroying me. I was aware that I was missing the very things I so badly longed for: connection, meaning, peace. But there was something that kept driving me forward— a set of beliefs and instincts that kept me pushing, pushing, pushing even as I was longing to rest.
My health was suffering. I was frequently sick. I slept poorly and not enough. I got migraines and then vertigo. The muscles in my neck and shoulders felt more like rock than tissue, and the circles under my eyes looked like bruises. My heart— the heart I used to offer so freely, the heart I used to wear proudly on my sleeve— had retreated deep inside my chest, wounded and seeking protection. My ability to taste and connect and feel deeply had been badly compromised. My faith was stilted— it had become over time yet another way to try and fail, rather than a respite or healing relationship.
I loved my life, but I had become someone I didn’t want to be around. I had become someone I didn’t want to be.
This book is an account of my winding, messy journey from exhaustion to peace, from isolation to connection, from hustling and multitasking to sacred presence. And this book is an invitation, too— a hand reaching out across the pages, inviting you into that same journey, because it has been the greatest, most challenging, most rewarding sea- change of my adult life.
Not long after that Saturday afternoon realization, a mentor of mine invited me to an event with her in San Francisco, where she lives. I wanted to go. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to be away from my kids. I couldn’t decide anymore what to do and what not to do, so I left her email in my inbox for a while, and then sent back a rambling, incoherent message about how my life felt so different than I thought it would, how I couldn’t tell which end was up and couldn’t put the brakes on, no matter how many times I tried.
She emailed back immediately. The line that stuck out to me was this: “Stop. Right now. Remake your life from the inside out.” For almost two decades, this wise woman’s words have had a prophetic connection to my life— God has used her words in the right moments and seasons in such profound ways, and these latest words perhaps more than any others.
In that moment, I had no idea what it meant to remake my life from the inside out. Now, more than three years later, I’m so deeply thankful to look back and realize that’s just what I’ve done, although in the twistiest, most circuitous possible way.
I tried all the outside ways first— I imagined the changes I needed to make were about time management, or perhaps having the cleaners come more often. I quickly found it was not about managing time or housekeeping. It was not about to- do lists or scheduling or minutes and hours. This journey has been about love, about worth, about God, about what it means to know him and be loved by him in a way that grounds and reorders everything.
I’ve been remaking my life from the inside out, and I want to invite you into that creative, challenging, life- altering work.
It is work, of course. It feels, I’d imagine, like adding a basement to a house that’s already been standing for decades. I thought it would be more like adding new shutters, but I’m finding it to be more like lifting up a home and starting to dig, reorienting the very foundation. There is nothing superficial about this process.
Over the course of these last years, I’ve been to a counselor and a spiritual director and many doctors. I’ve prayed and fasted. I’ve read countless books. I’ve been on a silent retreat at a Jesuit retreat center, and another at a summer camp on Lake Geneva.
I’ve failed miserably and begun again, asked for help, asked for grace, asked for prayer. And beyond those things I’ve done, the more life- altering parts of the work are those things I’ve not done: the moments that I’ve allowed— or forced— myself to stop, to rest, to breathe, to connect. That’s where life is, I’m finding. That’s where grace is. That’s where delight is.
I’m not, by any means, at the end of this journey. But I have traveled this beautiful new road far enough to know that this is how I want to live the rest of my days. I’m almost forty, feeling midlife- y like crazy, and this is how I want to live the second half of my life.
Richard Rohr says the skills that take you through the first half of your life are entirely unhelpful for the second half. To press the point a little bit: those skills I developed that supposedly served me well for the first half, as I inspect them a little more closely, didn’t actually serve me at all. They made me responsible and capable and really, really tired. They made me productive and practical, and inch by inch, year by year, they moved me further and further from the warm, whimsical person I used to be . . . and I missed her.
The two sins at play here, I believe, are gluttony and pride— the desire to escape and the desire to prove, respectively. I want to taste and experience absolutely everything, and I want to be perceived as wildly competent. The opposite of gluttony is sobriety, in the widest sense, which is not my strong suit. And the opposite of pride, one might say, is vulnerability— essentially, saying this is who I am . . . not the sparkly image, not the smoke and mirrors, not the accomplishments or achievements. This is me, with all my limitations, with all my weaknesses.
It’s as though God, in his graciousness and wisdom, pressed his thumbs into the twin wounds of my life, the desire to prove and the desire to escape, and in that pressing is the invitation.
What I’m learning, essentially, is to stand where I am, plain and sometimes tired. Unflashy, profoundly unspectacular. But present and connected and grounded deeply in the love of God, which is changing everything.
My prayer is that this book will be a thousand invitations, springing up from every page, calling you to leave behind the heavy weight of comparison, competition, and exhaustion, and to recraft a life marked by meaning, connection, and unconditional love.
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