No One Wants Your Perfection
“No one wants your perfection.”
I so desperately wish I believed that.
I mean I do! My brain gets it, it really does. But my heart? It hasn’t quite caught up yet. It’s still under the impression that anything less than perfect isn’t worth sharing. And that if you suspect you can’t do something perfectly, it’s not worth trying in the first place.
You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself, would you?
You don’t want to waste anyone’s time, do you?
You want people to take you seriously, don’t you?
Perfection, of course, is just another way to hide. Another excuse.
My favourite excuse.
It makes us believe that we need to have everything figured out—that we need to have the answers—before we can start. We need to know it’ll work. We need to know it’ll make us look good.
It’s the ideal hiding place because we’ll never have all the answers. And if we don’t have the answers, we don’t have to start.
Aha! The ultimate out.
So, what do we do?
Well, stop looking for a roadmap and start showing up. Right where we are, as we are, and with what we have. If for no other reason than to prove to ourselves that the world won’t implode. (Another thing my brain knows to be true but my heart… Oh man.)
Here we go.
Once more with feeling.
Photo taken near Schomberg the other day. Used here for no other reason than it feels entirely appropriate, doesn’t it?