Perfection is fatally uninteresting

photo by Jenny Ingalls Nelson

Ah, perfection. One of my favorite subjects! I say that somewhat sarcastically, but it’s definitely a subject with which I am familiar. Yes, friends, perfection and I go way back. We’re old friends. You might think I’d look at is perfection as an enemy these days, but that’d be giving her more attention than she deserves.

These days, my relationship with perfection is subtle. I know she’s still in me, and I meet her with appreciation for the lessons she’s taught me. I no longer fight her. I know her well. I know how she shows up; what she feels and looks like. I walk hand-in-hand with her some days, and trust me friends, she is fatally uninteresting.

I’ve learned a lot about her. She’s something I used to try to portray. You know how it goes… I’m great! All good! What can I do for you? (deflection is a very close friend of perfection)…

HOW BORING!  Think about the most interesting people you know.  I bet they never play the “everything’s fine” card when that’s not a true statement.  That’s fatally uninteresting.  After all, NO ONE is perfect, so if I’m trying to appear perfect…  I just end up appearing shallow, even unreal.  Perfection is an illusion, and quite frankly, an exhausting waste of time!  

It turns out, those who love me, don’t only love perfect me.  In fact, I think they might actually love perfectly imperfect me, even more.  I’m definitely more interesting, more real and more comfortable exposing my depth. Best of all, I’m more comfortable in my skin.  I’m better able to let go of that which doesn’t serve me, and the craziest part is, I learned that I really like me.  Perfectly imperfect me.

Thanks for being on this journey with me.
?, Lara

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