I’m a recovering perfectionist.
Lately I’ve been feeling vulnerable. I drop the ball, the unexpected happens, I’m too tired to do one more thing, and life just keeps going as is. The old habits begin to creep up. I feel like I can’t do anything well. I feel like I’ll never get things right. I feel like no matter how hard I try, I’m not good enough. It’s a lie that I can believe or ignore.
And then I remind myself that I am a recovering perfectionist.
That means I’ve accepted I don’t have to be perfect.
There can be a stack of important school papers on the counter and it’s okay.
The laundry can be stacked outside of bedroom doors for one night and the world will still spin.
The blanket pile of legoes can stay on the dining room floor and life will still go on.
It means I believe that life is too short to worry about not being good enough.
I’ve wasted enough energy on worrying about this. I’m not going to waste more. It stops now.
I am enough. Just the way I am.
I hope you believe it for yourself too.
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via Two Writing Teachers.