Perfectionism doesn’t really exist.
While we may know that intellectually, it doesn’t stop us from striving. We look at those around us, measure ourselves against this impossible standard, and when we come up lacking, we feel like something is wrong with us.
When I am not feeling happy, one of the first areas I look is perfection. There is where I’ll find my happiness… buried under unrealistic expectations. It is there, in my imagination, I have control and can in some way hold myself back from judgement.
What if we let go of the control?
Let go of the perfection?
And instead embraced ourselves?
Stood in our vulnerability?
What would that look like?
How would you be different?
Leave a comment and let me know how perfection holds you back. Keep it real.