I am a true perfectionist. and I say that from the singular, steely perspective of a true perfectionist. I need the words to be true before I can say them. Perfectly true. You get my meaning, right? As a perfectionist, I sometimes demand so much from myself, from others and from the situation that I can become semi-paralyzed, frozen, by my own impossible demands. This is limiting to say the least.
Part of my journey in this lifetime has been to release this perfectionism. I want more ease! I want more lightness! And it has come to me. It's come through forcing myself to play more, through adopting dogs and doing yoga and spending time with people who encourage me to give myself a break.
I'm proud of the strides I've made toward imperfection. And I am not without moments of that steely grip that wants to hold me back from letting this very moment be ok as it is. (Yeah, my perfectionist self, wants me to do imperfection better.)
On that note, I am launching this blog in a very imperfect state. Because I am never going to get it all done, Because my words are never going to come out perfectly, And because typos are a part of life. Enjoy!