PERFECTLY IMPERFECT

I’m just sort of writing out loud here, as I’m dealing with something. So bare, with me.

I have “Perfectionism Disease.” I’ve been fighting it for years. It constantly gnaws away at the fear mongering side of me that proclaims, “that which you are, just isn’t good enough.”

It can eat away years of your life, believe me. Like a subconscious baseball bat constantly beating you into submission, it will trap you in a substandard lifestyle, striving for an unrealistic, ideal.

So much time can be waisted looking for the perfect solution to life’s problems, when it appears a passive solution will do the trick just fine. That’s right. You can sometimes get by with just “good enough.”

Does that bother you? That’s Perfectionism Disease at work.

In this sterilized, stylized, media driven world of slick advertising, we are led to believe that there is a “perfect solution” to each and every one of our problems, usually in the form of some “Bull-shit” product or cause.

I've seen this bumper sticker around town. Maybe you’ve seen it. It reads, “What would Jesus do?” Hmmm.

I’m not sure, cause I’m not Jesus, and I’m not perfect. None of us are, none of us ever will be, and quite frankly, I resent anyone insinuating that I should be.

The pursuit of perfection is just petty, judgmental, fearful crap that excuses the avoidance of risk and repercussions from taking action. It lets us wallow in justified excuses. Sick.

So, let’s say you have something unique you want to accomplish. Are you waiting for the perfect time to step up to bat and take a swing? I got news for you. It ain’t coming, and you just might strike out. That’s life.

or..

You just might knock it out of the park. See, that’s the funny thing. You can never really know. People accomplish amazing things in this imperfect world, a million times a day. They hit, they miss, they hit, they miss.

Another thing, perfection is subjective.

Two people walk out of a building together. Upon noticing the nice weather, one person says, “Wow. What a perfect day.” This statement will almost always be followed by the second person saying something to the effect of, “It’s nice, but I prefer it a little warmer than this.”

...And so it goes. Who is to say what’s perfect and what’s not? Everybody has their perfectly imperfect opinion.

Perfection is not real. It doesn't exist. When you strive for something that isn’t real, and is completely unachievable, you will fail EVERY TIME! It leads sane, achievable goals into a dead-end, loop of dreaming, preparing, plotting, and planning.

I can say all this, but I’m sure my fight with the perfection monster will rage on and on. With that, I leave you with the words of a perfectly, imperfect person.