Have no fear of perfection… You’ll never reach it. ~ Salvador Dali ~
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been a perfectionist. From when I was a kid playing tag with my siblings where I always had to be the one who wasn’t “it” to keeping my cars all nice and shiny. It seriously bothered me if everything wasn’t in perfect order. I am able to tell if someone has been in my house or apartment simply by noticing if things are not in their proper place.
My whole life, I’ve been told I was a “pretty boy” and thought that if everyone around me said it, it must be true. I’ve been a slave to it my entire life. My clothes always had to be perfectly pressed and match. My shoes and belt had to match. My hair and beard (if I had one at the time) had to be perfectly groomed and styled. Why was I spending so much time and effort to fit the mold that I thought I had to be perfect? My answer is: there wasn’t one.
The more I think about it, the more that seeking the all elusive “perfection” is a pipe dream. The whole concept of being perfect doesn’t make any rational sense, but it’s still there all the same. Why does it matter if everything is in perfect order in my life? Does it make me happy? To be completely honest, I was a slave to the pursuit of perfection in all aspects of my life. Until now…
Recently, I have a made a conscious effort to not constantly worry if everything is “perfect”. It’s completely alright if there is a dish in the sink for a day or if my bed isn’t made everyday. It’s ok if my hair isn’t styled perfectly or if I haven’t shaved in a few weeks. At the end of the day, does it really matter?
As I am sitting here writing this, my coffee table has the remnants of the night before. There is a bowl of chips, a spoon and a glass half full of water sitting there, and I am completely content with them sitting there until I feel like I want to clean it up. And that is totally alright!
Over the next few months, I’m going to let my hair grow out and be alright with it not being styled perfectly. I’m not going to shave for a few months and be OK with having a scraggly beard. I’m going to be content with having a “farmer tan” because I chose to wear a t-shirt to the beach. The world will not come to end because my fingernails are not perfectly groomed.
The pursuit of perfection is an illusion and always will be. I will always try to do my best at everything I attempt to achieve in my life and be completely happy about the results. Sometimes I will fail… and sometimes I will succeed.
Either way, I know that I will always be “imperfectly” perfect exactly the way I am.
And so are you…