What does it mean to "do it right"?

One part of ministry that pastors tend to like is officiating funerals. One blessing I find in doing funerals is that they often give me something to think about, because I have the opportunity to learn from people what they most valued about their deceased loved one - all those life lessons that "we'll never forget, Dad!" I had one such funeral recently, in which the lesson from Dad was, "Do something right, or don't do it at all." 

This was a valuable lesson to the speaker, and I can see why. It is a call to excellence, something I also value. But when I heard it, I bristled a bit. In fact, it made me sad.

I have been lucky to be pretty good at most things I try. I wasn't always top of the heap in my various activities, but I was always pretty good. This is a good thing, since I am an enneagram 1, "the perfectionist," who always looks for things to be a little better than they are. As an adult, for my own peace of mind and craving for contentment, I have had to undo this programing that requires things be done "right," and learn how to let "good enough" be sufficient. I have had to learn to seek joy over perfection. If I only ever did things "right," I would lose out on so many things I really enjoy doing! 

So what if we reframed it. What if doing things "right" means that they have brought about the desired result - which could simply be that they brought joy to the doer? 

For example, I will never be an excellent ukulele player. I appreciate an excellent player, and wish I could do that, too, but the reality is that I don't want to learn how to play an E chord because it hurts my hand. Finger picking frustrates me. I don't have any need to be much better than I am, a solid intermediate player. So I play simple songs that I like to sing with chords I know, occasionally learning (and then promptly forgetting) a new chord I need for this song only. I sometimes play chords badly, but not so badly that it makes me want to stop. And boy, do I enjoy it. It brings peace and delight to my heart. And when my fingers start to hurt, I stop. Done.

Or, I like to ride my bike. I'm not exactly sure how to ride a bike besides, you know, staying upright and a rudimentary knowledge of how gears work. That's enough for me. It allows me to ride around the neighborhood with my kids, maybe go to the store. It thrills me that I live in a neighborhood where I can get places by bike. I don't intend to enter any sort of distance racing activity. Riding my bike badly is enough to accomplish what I seek: it gets me outside, I get to move my body, and spend time with my kids, and I am reminded of the thrilled of riding bikes as a child as I fly down the street (at speeds that really aren't that fast). Purpose fulfilled.

What do you do badly, that brings you joy? What does it mean to you to "do it right"?