So this blog thingy has been a thought for going on 2 years. What took me so long?
As in the state of being perfect, or “ conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type.” These are not words I associate with happiness or with me. Conform? Absolute? Ideal? Um…. not me. No thanks. Those words make it hard to breathe.
But I thought; “it has to be perfect.”
Honestly, I still struggle with that. As I write the rough draft for this post, I am struggling with the “look” of this page. Is the logo badass enough? Does it support my brand? Are the colors just right? Will my friends and family be impressed?
Ironically, one of my truths is not to judge by appearances. For the truth is – pretty people struggle, bug-eyed mutts make the best pets, split pea soup is a horrid shade of green, but man, does it makes my tastebuds swoon.
I used perfection as an excuse to procrastinate. I allowed the nasty little negative-Nancy voice in my head (aka drunk monkey) to doubt the project, to question its value if it did not look perfect. That voice would whisper “this idea is utterly stupid, you don’t know a thing about building a professional-looking website, you can’t write deeply inspirational posts and you definitely won’t change the world. It won’t be perfect – so what’s the point?”
I even use my lack of being perfect as a way to mentally beat myself up. Total waste of energy. When I start the mental self-abuse – I send myself to my closet and meditate. I have this fear of being caught with having a less than perfectly clean house. I actually make a cleaning list to restrict myself. If I didn’t, I would clean the entire house every day. Ridiculous. I am aware. Seriously, is Hugh Jackman coming to visit?
How many times do you not begin – or give up half way in – because the thing you are attempting will not be perfect? The all organic, hormone-free perfectly balanced diet, the 7 days a week intense fitness regimen, the showcase of a home… Do you see where I am going with this?
My precious fellow beings – listen to me when I say – Perfection is a myth. Completely and utterly unattainable. It is abstract and arbitrary. My perfection will not match yours.
Perfection murders creativity, promotes anxiety and prevents beginnings.
Let it go. Perfection sets us all up to fail. Just begin. Make progress. I am not perfect, I will NEVER be perfect. I am a work in progress. So are you. So is that perfect co-worker you envy.
In the words of KC and the Sunshine Band – “do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight”. Remember – Rome wasn’t built in a day, the Mona Lisa is famous for her quirky smile, not because she represents perfect beauty. So, do a little, make a little – progress. Get down with the process. Not perfection.
Nature is rarely perfect, but definitely progresses
The “ look” of the website will surely change as I learn and grow. I simply hope my posts and stories inspire a few of you and the only world I can change is my own. But the very fact that you are reading this is … well, progress.
Perfection stands between you and happiness.
Everyone wants it, no one achieves it. Not a single, solitary one of us.
Even the rich and famous fart.
- Di
Finding Happiness in an Ordinary Life 
This is my favorite so far!