After all this time, after all the practice I’ve had perfecting what should by now be perfected, I still don’t do it—anything—perfectly right. I am a perfect example of imperfection, and I’m perfectly fine with that.
Perfection
is an overrated and impossible goal—in fact, the act of chasing
perfection makes perfect imperfect. Perfectionism sucks all the fun out
of giving life a whirl.
Perfectionism
is not a happy road to follow; it is harsh and demanding, full of
judgment and fear.
Excellence is my goal. I am on a journey, and I plan
to enjoy myself, even laugh at myself—my quirks and silly habits, my screw ups and flubs—along the way. Adaptable effort, patience, and
reasonable expectations are my mainstays—self-acceptance and a love of
this glorious mess that I am are key.
After
all this time, after all the practice you’ve had perfecting what should
by now be perfected, you still don’t do it—anything—perfectly right
either. You—my friends and family—are also perfect examples of
imperfection, and I’m perfectly fine with the glorious messes that you
are, too.
Embrace the glorious mess that you are.
~Elizabeth Gilbert
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