Perfection

My daughter once told me that in Latin, perfect is defined as ‘to complete.’ Twenty years ago I was a perfectionist. I had plans, order, organization and I wanted everything to perfectly fit my design. I worked constantly to maintain this structure and coerce my life.

Ten years ago, a single parent, I was well into rearing my children and I was struggling daily for perfection. I was worn raw and struggling each day with my own constant failures. I was often brought to tears and desperately wanted to shoulder some of the burden.

Today, I am learning to let go of my perfectionism. I meditate, create zentangles, color in coloring books, and constantly remind myself htat I do not want to be complete. I want to learn something new each day. The purpose of this life is the daily journey…if I were to complete that successfully, then I would be done…but I have so much yet to do and learn and see.

Our society teaches us to constantly stive for perfection but we are doomed to fail and then we are chastised for it. Shouldn’t we instead strive to live?

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