The idea of perfection has haunted me since I was young. Try as hard as I might, it seemed impossible to get anything perfect.
Whether it was school work or helping around the house the message always seemed to be that I could do better.
So, as I grew up, I tried harder and harder to make my life perfect.
We all know there is no such thing as perfect.
The achilles heel for a perfectionist is that there is no perfection.
However, we are stubborn, so we take the voices of the adults who taught us about perfection, turn them into our own and go forward in life yakking at ourself to buck up and get it right. Over and over.
What ever right is.
Try as hard as you might it is impossible to meet your standard of perfection you have set.
The discouragement that follows, seeps into your mind and heart to give you the impression you, as a person, are not perfect.
The fact is you and I are perfect in an imperfect way.
When we accept ourself with all the imperfections then we open the door to a new understanding of who we are.
There is a song called “How Could Anyone” written by Libby Roderick that goes like this:
HOW COULD ANYONE EVER TELL YOU YOU WERE ANYTHING LESS THAN BEAUTIFUL?
HOW COULD ANYONE EVER TELL YOU YOU WERE LESS THAN WHOLE?
HOW COULD ANYONE FAIL TO NOTICE THAT YOUR LOVING IS A MIRACLE?
HOW DEEPLY YOU’RE CONNECTED TO MY SOUL.
Let’s drop the perfection thing and go with Libby’s idea that we are beautiful no matter what.
It will change your thinking about who you are.
This is who you are.