Why “Too Good” Isn’t Actually Good For Us

I live in a safe, suburban area. Runners don’t hesitate to fill the streets in the predawn dark and teenagers walk to their friend’s homes at night. Cars often remain unlocked and garage doors stay open for much of the day. When unclaimed dogs are found roaming, they are swiftly rescued, usually followed swiftly by a happy homecoming.

It’s good. Maybe too good.

I am a member of the local NextDoor app (super cool – check it out!). It’s handy for finding someone to repair drywall or to help locate the owner of those roaming dogs.

And it’s also useful for sounding the alarm when it’s needed.

As recently seemed to be the case. A story was posted about a man in a van (sounds like some twisted Dr. Seuss book, doesn’t it?) that was trying to grab children on their way home from school. People panicked. Kids were kept indoors. The school sent home a flyer. Neighbors patrolled the streets looking for this van.

And then came a somewhat timid post from a person who had contacted the local police station to find out the status of the investigation.

Only to find out that there was no investigation. Because there was no police report. And most likely, there was no man in a van with a nefarious plan.

I get the reaction. I get the caution. I am a full believer in better safe than sorry.

But I also am a firm believer (although not always a full participator) in being realistic about threats. And I know that when things are good, the smallest spec can easily become magnified from a combination of a lack of perspective and a surplus of mental energy.

And that overreaction can become a bigger threat than the original menace ever was.

At some point after my early childhood, parents (with the ever-present help from the product marketers) became increasingly concerned with their child’s exposure to germs. The chicken pox parties of my youth were replaced with the mom doling out squirts of Purell before allowing the birthday cake to be eaten. Pillows were carefully wrapped in hypoallergenic covers and food labels were diligently scanned for possible allergens.

And the kids got sicker. Allergies, including the life-threatening ones, increased. Asthma reached record numbers and the presence of auto-immune disorders climbed with it.

It turns out there is such a thing as an environment that is too clean. Surroundings that don’t sufficiently challenge the immune system on a consistent basis, allowing it to become incrementally stronger and more adept.

And instead lead to overreaction.

Too good isn’t good for us.

We need a little dirt. We need to experience (and be aware of) some actual risk. We thrive when we’re challenged. We flourish when we’re muddied and bloodied.  It’s only in falling that we learn how to rise.

So for today, instead of feeling discontent with whatever prevents your current world from being good enough, try embracing that which soils its surface. Because too good isn’t good for you, but learning to find peace in good enough is beyond compare.

 

Thank you for sharing!

8 thoughts on “Why “Too Good” Isn’t Actually Good For Us

    1. fromonedivorceddivatoanother – I'm a writer and editor who wants to dedicate this space to women who have experienced the end of a relationship, and desire to start over, stronger and more beautiful than ever. My personal journey began in the fall of 2013, when my husband of 20+ years took me for a walk and told me he no longer loved me. Eight months later I stumbled across a hotel bill, and discovered the truth. He was having an affair. Over those eight months before my discovery, he lied to me repeatedly to cover his tracks. He deceived our son. He deceived our church. He deceived his dad and siblings. He took thousands of dollars out of our IRA to pay off a huge debt he had hidden from me. The betrayal and deception wreaked havoc on me mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually. At one very low point, I considered taking my life. But then... I took back the power he had stripped from me. I cut him out of my life, bought my own home, which I named my "house of peace," and began my healing journey. During this time, I joined a Divorce Care class at a local church. This program changed my life, because through it I met women who are now some of my best friends. We call ourselves the "divas." This blog is inspired by them. If there's one thing the divas and I have learned it's this - there is hope and peace on the other side of the all pain and chaos. The end of a relationship is the start of a new life, I promise.
      fromonedivorceddivatoanother says:

      A purely sanitized life is boring. A little dirt never hurt anyone. Thanks for sharing.

  1. JoAnna – On the East Coast of the USA – An open minded, tree-hugging Jesus follower, former counselor, and life-long lover of animals, I'm returning to my creative roots and have published my first book: Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again as well as the short version: From Loneliness to Love.
    JoAnna says:

    I’m on Nextdoor, too. It’s good for many things. But I roll my eyes when people post things like: Does anyone know why there’s a police car sitting on 23rd Street? Just find a hobby and let them do their job.

      1. JoAnna – On the East Coast of the USA – An open minded, tree-hugging Jesus follower, former counselor, and life-long lover of animals, I'm returning to my creative roots and have published my first book: Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again as well as the short version: From Loneliness to Love.
        JoAnna says:

        🙂

  2. When my daughter was eight or nine I found her on another block with the lttle girl next door and several older male teenagers that we didn’t know. I was furious that she had disobeyed me and had gone with the neighbor child to a location where neither of them were supposed to be. I brought them both home and proceeded to scold my daughter for not listening to me about strangers, etc. My daughter had an attitude. She was sure that she could fight off a grown man…BECAUSE she had always been able to fight off her brothers, her father and her uncles during playtime. I was horrified, so was her father. Her life experience was one in which a yelp or a scream would cause a grown man to release her immediately. She felt invincible…until I told her father to take her away because I didn’t want to see her anymore. She made a face that said “Try it” and put her hand on her hip in defiance. I stood in our living room and watched her father easily take her into another room. Once out of my sight he released her immediately and she came screaming and crying into my arms. She had no idea how strong men were and how easily she could be taken away. It changed her whole perspective on protecting herself. Was I right to scare her this way? I don’t know, I wouldn’t recommend this route today but at the time, in our situation, it seemed necessary. What I would recommend is making sure your child is aware how strong an adult really is.

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