I am not perfect and I am not trying to brag about how great or close to perfection I am.

 

Yet my journey or attempt to perfection has been perfect.

 

I am ditching it. I am instead celebrating my imperfections and this is the purpose of what you will be reading.

 

My journey of unlearning perfection is starting to be perfect though… it has started with my conscious decision to write the letter to Perfection saying:

I hereby undersigned Rose Hindy resign from the Biggest holding in the world called Perfection. I also give up all my rights and indemnities and I trade them with a happy living. I trade them with the sweetest perfect imperfection.

 

Until we Never meet again. Like Never ever.

Proudly Perfectly Imperfect.

Not yours.

Rose.

 

 

As a coach, my main area is fulfillment coaching and not in a single case I had seen the attempt to perfection bringing fulfillment to any of my clients. Perfection and Fulfillment are so different and sometimes even antidotes.

How can you be fulfilled with whining voice in your ears whispering constantly: That is so embarrassing.  Do more. Make it perfect.

 

How can you be fulfilled with a heavy burden stopping your budding wings from flying?

 

As a mother, perfection makes my joy with my children hazy. Whether at homework time or while dressing up for a birthday party, it just makes our time together stressful. I have given up repeating the spellings practice hundred times. I would do what is good enough to save my relationship with them and spare me extra quality time embracing our imperfections.

 

Perfection is your saboteur. Perfection is your anxiety.

 

Perfection and happiness are not born from the same womb. “Good enough” and happiness are.

 

Perfection is a fear. An excuse.

 

Perfection holds you back. Perfection wears you out and in many cases keep your plans just half way without seeing the light. Do you know why? Because by the time you make them “perfect” the idea might have migrated to somebody else who would have successfully imperfectly brought it to life.

 

Perfection is a trap you fall in so that your competitors outpace you with their imperfect offerings. Should Instagram has waited until it is perfect it would have never been the app we are addicted to. Another app would.

 

Perfection is the biggest hump to success.

 

Start wherever you are. The rest will follow. It certainly will. Starting guides you to the alternative of perfection.

 

Mind you that what is perfect to you might not be perfect to me. What is perfect to you might just be an unnecessary addition to me. It reminds me of the unneeded options in a luxury car that you never even use and forget they exist. This makes perfection an illusion. A myth.

 

Perfection is guaranteed unhappiness and dissatisfaction. Chances are you will never know when you reach perfection. How would you know it is after all? You can always enhance what you are working on… Here comes the defeating journey of perfect perfection.

 

Perfection is comparing yourself constantly to others and feeling inferior. The grass is always greener on the other side! Dam it your grass has the brightest most vivid green color ever! You just don’t see it while you are busy climbing on the wall of your backyard sneaking at your neighbor’s grass. It is just different. It is not more perfect.

 

Perfection is a dream parents have for their children to make up for their own not so fulfilling life.

 

Perfection is trying to ban the void in your life by obsessing about planning. You might think you know every detail that will unfolds and here walks the so called Life (I dislike calling it here destiny) stepping on your perfect plan sabotaging it without the least of pity.

 

Perfection is what holds you from being grateful. Gratefulness is being happy with what you have right now. Perfection is figuring out how flawless things will be in the future.

 

Dance right now with your sweetest perfect imperfections and celebrate them.