𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝

And then fuck it again (not it the fun way).

I cannot tell you how many times perfection has been the excuse for me not doing something, not going to the thing, not posting, not sharing the thing, not taking/ sharing the picture, not reaching out to that person, not existing as me, working on what I’m devoted to and sharing it in service to whoever needed to hear it that day or some other day.

Perfectionism is a haunting mindset. One with many MANY benefits that are constantly pushed as positives in our culture and many MANY with horrific side effects that are less spoken about.

Numbness, avoidance, feeling paralyzed, hopeless, stuck, afraid.

I didn’t quit so many jobs that were killing me because I could distract myself daily with the goal of just making that day perfect. Performing perfectly. Which obviously is an inevitable fail that leads to the inevitable feeling of failure. Because perfection doesn’t exist. Not in the way we think.

Perfection does exist depending on how you define it.

In Taoism, nature is in itself perfect. BUT that perfection includes destruction, chaos, death.

II think this asks us to surrender to a perfection we are ill equipped to understand. “It” (life or what ever is happening) is perfect, just because it is. Because if it were meant to be any other way it would be. And our proof of that is in reality. In the fact that whatever we are judging happened the way it did.

If it were meant to be any other way… it would have been. Everything else is our imagination, our control, our imposed sense of “should” that is innately not based on reality.

SO whatever you aren’t doing. Starting that business, that article, that Poem. Saying hi to that person. Asking for help.

I hope today you say FUCK perfection. And do it.

Do it badly.

Do it half assed.

But do it.

And then share on here so we can all learn from each other!