That word has come to have such a negative connotation, hasn't it?
Pretty much since I can remember, I have worked SO hard to be perfect.
Don't rock the boat.
Don't upset the apple cart.
I think you get where I'm going, right?
It is EXHAUSTING. The constant wondering if you are saying the right things, making the right moves, looking attractive enough etc.
All too often I find myself apologizing for being me.
Someone compliments me and instead of saying "thank you!" and leaving it at that, I have to add a disclaimer to the end. Kind of like the micro-machine guy talking at the end of a car advertisement, but I say it at a normal pace and leave the conversation with this negative cloud hanging over both my head and the compliment giver.
For example (this actually happened), someone told me a few weeks ago that I have beautiful eyes. She might have actually used the word stunning (or maybe I'm making that part up). Did I just say "thank you!" and move on? Nooo. I had to add something like "I just wish I didn't have to hide them behind these glasses" or something to that effect.
Now that I think about it, isn't that kind of like turning down the compliment? How rude of me! (See...this striving for perfection thing can actually backfire on us!)
Sometimes I try so hard to be humble that I can't even accept praise.
And becoming a mother has only magnified this quest for perfection x 1,000,000. Seriously - how all-consuming is momma guilt? Some days it covers me like a cold, wet blanket.
So I've made a decision friends. Enough with this perfection stuff. Because you know what? It is impossible to attain! And you want to know another thing I've recently realized?
Imperfection can be so beautiful.
Being authentic is delightful.
Figuring out who you are and only doing things that add to that identity is freeing.
Don't those words just put a big smile on your face?
I know I still have a lot of work to do in order to embrace my imperfections (and those of others), so I've decided to give this book a whirl...
It sounds like just what I need to keep this imperfection train going.
Care to join me? You can purchase it for $9.98 with free shipping here. (I'm a sucker for free shipping.)
If you decide to join me in reading it, let me know and we can support each other in our less than perfect-ness. :)