Perfect.
It's a word that makes me a little crazy because I am smart enough to realize that it's something unattainable.
It's also a word that cropped up several times this week in different venues, then arose again this morning at yoga.
The good news is that I can breathe and not react to the idea of "perfect" as a goal that should be attained.
The bad news is that letting go of perfectionism as a behavior is less-than-straightforward. While progress can be made over time, the reality is that it's undulating, waxing and waning in nature.
So what do we tell ourselves when we're fighting those urges to perfectionism? How do we let ourselves know that it's okay to strive for a "best" that isn't going to be perfect?
And what about practicing imperfection? The idea of actively practicing some things that are "good enough" makes more sense to me all the time- particularly in the context of knowing that full-blown mistakes have more often than not led somewhere amazing and wonderful.
And, those, my friends, are my random musings (imperfect as they may be) for a Saturday night.
Now playing: Radney Foster "Half of my Mistakes"
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