Today I want to ask you a question that has been on my mind for a long time. When did we as a society start thinking that everything in this life needs to be perfect? When did we start believing that everything we say, do, and feel must be perfect?
Instead of simply doing the best we can or trying our hardest at something and giving it our best efforts, somewhere along the way we have set the bar so high for ourselves where we honestly believe it all has to be done perfect, and if it is not then we are inadequate.
That if we can’t flawlessly balance working full time, being an epic wife, and being a super mom all at once, that we’re this utter failure of a person. That if we can’t manage what it appears all of the rest of the world does, that we’re hopeless. That every day our hair needs to be done just right, our makeup needs to look flawless, we need to be dressed to the nines, our house immaculately clean, dinner on the table must be Pinterest-worthy, and our lives and conversations perfect at all times. But really, that’s crazy.
My entire life I have personally struggled with perfectionism, and I would be lying right now if I didn’t admit that it is a daily struggle for me. It’s hard not to get caught up in perfectionism when so much around us is constantly screaming at us to “Be perfect!”
Since grade school and all the way up to grad school, it’s been all about getting the perfect grades- because the perfect grades are what will land you the perfect job, right? And of course you have to look perfect as well, so you will have the perfect social life with tons of friends and the perfect guy. Sounds perfect, right?
But guess what, as hard as I tried everything wasn’t always perfect in my life. Sure, I made great grades, and tried as hard as I could to look the part of what society portrayed as the “perfect” image, but at the end of the day everything wasn’t perfect because I’m not perfect, and the fact that I ever believed it would be was crazy in itself.
Because let’s be real for a minute and I’ll go ahead and state the obvious- no one is perfect. Yep, no one. Not me, not you, and not anyone that will ever walk this earth. We are all human and we all make mistakes- on a daily basis as a matter of fact.
And now as an adult, I’ve thankfully come to the realization that it is 100% okay to not be perfect. In a world where perfectionism and image is so incredibly emphasized, I want you to know that it’s okay not to be perfect, and it shouldn’t be what we strive for.
Because life isn’t perfect. Things most certainly don’t always go according to plan, messes happen, mistakes are made, and disappointments occur.
I think sometimes we get so caught up in looking at what we perceive as others’ “perfect” lives, that we start questioning our own and start focusing on that ugly ten-letter word of comparison. But that word, my friends, is the thief of joy and we need to throw it out the window.
Just because something looks perfect from afar, doesn’t mean that it is, and again we must remind ourselves that nothing and no one is perfect.
People will ask me sometimes how I manage to do it all so perfectly, and let me tell you- I don’t. My hair and makeup most days are minimal and if it would be acceptable I would totally go to work in my pajamas.
If you were to show up to my house unannounced at any given moment during the week, it would look like a bulldozer stormed through it, and more often than not I have 3 piles of laundry laid out on my living room couch, waiting to be folded.
Dinner is most definitely not always Pinterest-worthy, and if my kids had their way-they would eat PB&J sandwiches every night. Oh and my husband and I- most week nights we spend our evenings playing phone tag between his police calls, to get in maybe 5 straight minutes of uninterrupted conversation.
So you see, I definitely don’t have a perfect life, but you know what? I couldn’t be happier. Because my life is real. My life is full of love, laughter, fun, surprise, roadblocks, stressful moments, and sometimes even heartache, but it’s real. It’s real, it’s messy, and it’s the furthest thing from perfect, but it’s wonderful. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
What are your thoughts on perfectionism? Would you agree that it is completely overrated?
Thanks for stopping by!-Cara