You’re Not Perfect Yet?

What is wrong with you? You’ve been striving for it long enough. Aren’t you there yet?

Do I have your attention?

If you’re a woman, you know your major goal in life is to be perfect, look perfect, have perfect clothes, hair and makeup; have a perfect husband and perfect children; and of course have the perfect job.

Believe me, ladies, I’m infected with this poison, or I wouldn’t be spending time writing about it. It’s one of the most insidious and ubiquitous lies we have to deal with.

My mother once told me to “avoid the appearance of a fault”. Talk about a recipe for low self-esteem and timidity. She was raised in Victorian times, so that’s the excuse I give her for not knowing any better. It has been only much later that we have learned transparency works much better, and people actually like you better too.

So take heart, all you damsels with flaws (that’s all of us, in case you’re not getting my message). People actually want to see your faults. It makes them feel so much better about themselves.

Now, for the record, I want my prose to be perfect, and I strive to make it so. After all, I did earn a Bachelor’s Degree in English. There are lots of other things I can let slide, like making beds, or dusting. I like what Joan Rivers had to say about housework. I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.

So, how do I get over this terrible disease—perfectionism? Try going braless at Walmart. Nobody notices or cares. Take a nap if you feel tired. Slap a quick meal together that maybe isn’t too healthy for once.

Honestly, ladies, I can’t tell you what will do it for you. I really think awareness is the biggest thing. Now that you are examining this part of yourself, you may notice how much trouble it has caused you over the years and still continues to mess things up. I’ll write more about the awareness in later posts. Just try to catch yourself having one of those “have to be perfect” moments, and we’ll talk later.


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