From the desk of Grace Lange,
As I sit here and stare at this blank page and think about what to write… I realized that right there is my issue….
I am afraid to start, because I am scared that what I will write will be horrible and never good enough for people to even think about caring to read.
I am worried before I even start…
When I actually write down my feelings like I did above, it makes me sound crazy….
But those are the thoughts I am feeding to myself all day, everyday.
And it is CRAZY!!
MY STRUGGLE WITH PERFECTIONISM
Perfectionism is a beast of its own, and it cripplies the lives of most females – including me.
My job is to help people battle their perfectionism, but let me tell you… it is extremely hard to tell people how to recover from it when you need to recover from it yourself.
For me… perfectionism shows up for me most in the way I look.
I put so much pressure on myself to be perfect, presentable, and poised everywhere I go. It was the way I was raised, the way my mother was raised, and probably the way I will raise my kids.
But this mentality has played a huge toll on my self-esteem and my confidence….
Sometimes I feel like my hair isn’t perfect, or I’m not dressed correctly, or like I look fat in whatever I am wearing…
That I am less of a person.
When I wrote that down I felt crazy… and again… that’s because it is.
Why am I putting so much pressure on myself to be a smokeshow everywhere I go? Like that’s not realistic…. Not that I’m ever a smokeshow haha but that’s the goal am I right?!
Yes, it feels great to be presentable, and it helps me to focus, but when I am putting so much effort into that aspect of my life, I tend to lose what is really important…
Who I am inside.
I know many of you struggle with this idea of being perfect in other areas of your life.
Maybe you feel like you have to have the perfect job…
You need to have the best workout everyday…
The perfect relationship…
Whatever it is…
When is good enough actually good enough?
The other day I asked one of my friends what they did that day.
Their response to me was…
Well I woke up at 11am, because my body was tired… brushed my teeth… did a little work….ate dinner… then I just relaxed.
I thought WHAT!!
How could someone be satisfied with a day where they weren’t moving at 100mph, accomplishing the world….
And there I realized it…
When you listen to what your body needs and decide that one day you are going to be okay with not being perfect and living up to your extreme expectations, you will realize that some days…
Good enough is good enough.
Now that I made it to the end, I have the same thoughts flowing through my head about it not being good enough, or thinking what I could add to bring more value.
And that leads me to my last point.
This blog is good enough…
It is good enough, because I called out my fears, wrote them down, did the blog anyway, and I am overcoming my fear of perfectionism.
Sometimes you’ve just gotta be good with good enough.