I was having lunch with a great woman yesterday (and an even better friend!) who is really quite soulful so I’m not surprised that I came away from lunch with the subject of today’s blog post…Perfectionism.
We were talking about perfectionism and how I once strove for perfection in most things that I did. I realized that my quest for perfection was the permission I needed to emotionally abuse myself because we all know that perfection is unattainable. If I didn’t hit the mark 100% of the time or I used the wrong word in a meeting, I beat myself up because it wasn’t perfect. It was the perfect excuse to reinforce my toxic belief that “I’m not good enough.” Just another reason that being “perfectly imperfect” is the way to self-acceptance and joy.