Perfectionism is not your friend.
As heard in the car when my wife and I were driving:
Wife: “It’s because of your delusions of perfection.”
Me: “Thanks for not going with the softer ‘illusions’.”
Wife: “That’s because you are delusional.”
Hi! My name is Chris and I’m a perfectionist. I’ve heard that it’s another way that being a control freak can look. Don’t read that. No, do, but don’t remember it. I’m serious. Kidding…gosh. I’ve spent alot of time crushed by the anxiety of trying to do things “right.” Whoever you people are who get to determine “right,” what a great gig you have!
Do you ever feel like you’re constantly under the microscope? Constantly being judged? Constantly held up against some standard that can’t possibly exist in Reality Land? You’re not alone.
Recently, I’ve given up perfectionism in favor of something life giving. Something that rocks like Bon Jovi circa 1985. Something that would wear plastic duck lips if they looked a little less artifical: Being Real.
Perfect waits for things to be a success.
Real can handle it when things fail.
Perfect is always looking over their shoulder.
Real can look someone in the eye.
Perfect has an answer for everything.
Real has a question for everyone.
Perfect craves everyone’s attention.
Real is OK if you’ve got something else to do.
Perfect leaves the room if someone sings off key.
Real hails them a cab.
Perfect tries to keep everyone happy.
Real understands sometimes people get mad.
Perfect makes excuses.
Real makes memories.
Perfect meets people.
Real builds relationships.
Perfect tries not to be offensive.
Real tries to be themselves.
Perfect is really far from perfect…
Real is, too.
You weren’t mean’t to be perfect. You were meant to be you…that’s real.
Be real, it’s the new authentic!