I am not perfect, and that is ok.
Saturday morning meditation vibes. I’ve been meditating on this idea for a few days, and it has been so eye and soul opening. When I tell myself I am not perfect, my body loosens up. My body needed me to say this – to believe it and be ok with it to release tension. Tension that I am sure I have been holding onto since childhood. I’ve always felt the need to be perfect. I don’t know how or why it started, but the reason doesn’t matter. It can’t be changed, but I can change how I feel about it.
Why do I need to be perfect? I don’t think anyone else needs to be, so why do I hold myself to a higher standard? Mistakes are a part of life; they happen all the time. When my kids make a mistake, I am quick to say its ok, mistakes happen. They are there for you to learn and grow. But when I make a mistake, I think differently. I think I am a failure; I overthink it from every angle until I can’t possibly think about it more – and then I think about it some more. I have a hard time forgiving myself, but why?
Nobody is perfect – I know this – and yet I need to be or my anxiety becomes crippling. But why? It’s a story written in my mind years ago that needs to be rewritten.
I am working on rewriting this story. I don’t need to be perfect. Nobody is perfect. I’m a perfectly imperfect, beautifully messy human. We all are. Flaws aren’t flaws – they are what makes us unique. Why strive for something unachievable? It only causes stress, anxiety, and panic attacks.
Who am I that I believe I need to be perfect, but nobody else does? When I really think about it, it makes me laugh because I am no better than anyone else. Why do I hold myself to a higher standard? But I am the best me I can be – especially when I am not perfect.
I will never be the perfect artist, writer, mother, business owner or human – but that is ok with me. I am perfect for me.