Once I came to my senses and realized that trying to be a perfectionist wasn’t actually a good thing, something I no longer aspired to, I fully embraced being wildly imperfect! In fact, I even went out and bought a bright yellow sweatshirt, with “Perfectly Imperfect” printed boldly across my chest. There was nowhere for me to hide now! From that point onwards I began openly recognizing my imperfections and acknowledged them with pride. Let’s Have a Closer Look at Perfectly Imperfect I’m sleeping in an unmade bed tonight because I was too tired to make the bed…but I did wash the sheets and hang them out on the line…
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What I Learned From Being a Perfectionist
I was on a mission. I was taking back my life back. No longer paralyzed. Releasing myself from the shackles and chains that had taken hold of me. I was going to take charge and create the life I wanted and deserved! I was going to find myself, remember the woman I was and explore my interests. The perfectionist in me was excited, I was ALL IN. My Perfect Life So, I was off…it looked and sounded something like this: We’re going to grow our own fruits and vegetables! I’m going to learn to play the ukulele! We will eliminate plastic from our home! I will be a wellness goddess!…
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How This Working Mom Eliminated Overwhelm and Reclaimed Life
I had existed in a state of paralysis for so long, a passive observer of my own life, I had forgotten I was the only one with the power to create the life that I deserved, that I desired. That was a revolutionary thought for me. At that moment, I vowed to take back my life!!
