I’m probably the worst at practicing perfectionism. Growing up, the idea of messing up was few and far between – there was no room for human error. Life was almost like a scene from 8 Mile – “success is my only fucking option – failure’s not.”
Even when I was in complete shambles – I couldn’t look like I was. Back then, it seemed like the more of a mess you were, the more it felt like you had to cover up this secret life you lived.
I show gratitude each day now, knowing that we now live in a more forgiving and transparent world. IRL we are not our Instagram feeds – we are all hot messes (& that’s okay).
It’s nearly impossible for me to say that it is simple to change your mindset. Every day I constantly battle myself – trying to be more transparent to others and even more forgiving to myself.
Even now I struggle with keeping my life in order but I know that I am always a work in progress. I think that is what brings people together – we are always learning and changing and growing. It’s an opportunity we can take in more often.
Life is ever-changing.
I wish someone told me that life is ever-changing and that I would not be perfect or know everything. I wish I knew it was okay to be flawed and it is okay to not win everything.
Imposter syndrome is a real thing.
I have a cold case of imposter syndrome – and I am not the first person to feel this way. Some days I feel like I am completely over my head and not capable of doing the work I do.
The reality of the matter is that I am more than capable. Otherwise, why else would I get hired or chosen for a project. Perfectionism can be the death of self-confidence – ironic isn’t it?
There are a few things that I practice each day to help set realistic expectations of myself.
I remind myself to be patient and kind.
Sometimes you feel like you rush everything and try so hard to keep up with everyone around you. Again, it seems like people around you really got it together. Meanwhile you are still trying to figure out how to pay next month’s rent or make a bowl of spaghetti from scratch.
As I am growing, I realize more and more that some things are for me and some things just will never be. And that is o-fucking-kay. When you become your worst critic, it’s the most difficult concept to get past.
I remind myself to love myself in the same way I love my best friends.
What advice would I give to my best friend? I would nurture them and make them feel like they are making the right choices. Again, we are so hard on ourselves that we turn into our worst enemies. How simple would life be if we were our own best friends and really focused on uplifting ourselves? How beautiful would it be if we found value in ourselves the same way we find it in our closest friends and family?