Today is exciting, because I’m going to let you in on a secret…
I am a perfectionist.
I used to think this was a good thing, as though it always meant I tried my best to make things great and sometimes it does. However, the majority of the time it comes with a whole lot of negativity too. You can take any aspect in my life – my career, my uni work, my blog, my skills, even just my life in general and I can guarantee you I have obsessed over the tiny details of each of them. What have I missed? What’s not quite right about it? What more can I do? Maybe if I could just do this or that. Constantly throwing ideas around in my head on how to make whatever it is better.
In my head, I create this perfect idea of what something should look like… and then go psycho trying to make it happen. Let’s take my blog for example, when I wanted to re-design my site I thought I won’t do it until I’m completely happy with my photos. I’ll click publish on that post after the new site is live, because ya know it will look so much better. Oh wait, I can’t make my site live because I don’t have new headshots. So, I get my photos how I like them, I make sure I have the perfect post to go live on the first day and to top it off I have new headshots, but while I’ve been doing those things I’ve also added ten more things to the list so it can’t possibly go live now. You get the picture.
Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with making things better and constantly striving to improve at things but…
What if…maybe… it’s perfect as it is?
What if I am missing out on all the best bits in life, whilst waiting for things to slot perfectly into place and worrying about being nearly 30 and whether I have my sh*t together or not.
I mean, what does that even mean? Does anyone have their sh*t together?
HELL NO is the answer to that!
They may seem like they do and to the outside world they have this perfect life with every little piece perfectly slotting into place and not a care or worry in the world. Dear Instagram, I am looking at you here with your perfectly curated grids. Meanwhile I’m over here having a meltdown and a full on flap, because I can’t quite get that lipstick to sit in the right position for my snazzy flat lay. Now I love Instagram for it’s beautiful and aesthetically pleasing imagery. I find it so inspiring, but the accounts I love and interact with the most are those that are real. Everyone has ups and downs, things go wrong, things that they worry about, that’s how life works.
Of course this post has just referred to the most simplistic things in life like my blog and Instagram feed, but really it applies to so much more and you get where I am going with it.
So, what if I change my perspective? What if I see things as perfect for what they are?
What if I stop seeing having my ducks in a row as the place to be and realise that my ducks are exactly where they need to be?
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