The Perfection of Imperfection

The Perfection of Imperfection

Imperfection

What if my imperfections were my road map for growth and becoming more perfectly, joyfully me?

What if embracing and supporting my imperfections could lead me to spaces I’ve never been before?

I am not perfect. And I desire to feel totally happy letting the external world know this truth. No matter the situation.

Inside, I am aware that I am imperfect, but I hold a hesitancy to accept this truth. I waste my valuable energy trying to resist this truth internally, and trying to portray otherwise to the external world.

I’ve been choosing to support the collective lie that perfection is a true ideal and I have allowed this choice to weigh on me. I diminish myself with this ‘perfect’ story, and diminish my world by continuing with a story I don’t truly believe in.

It’s no wonder I feel tortured and confused in my relationship with imperfection, dancing between ignoring her existence and engulfing myself in her.

But what if I chose to walk the line with my imperfection instead, and celebrated the perfection of my imperfections?

What if I gently embraced my imperfections, and had faith in my own ability to transform them into something beautiful?

What if I believed that in working with my less than perfect qualities I am better able to discover the perfection in me?

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Because My Gut Says So

Because My Gut Says So

Gut Feeling

I can find it pretty easy to question my feelings, especially when they’re contrary to the people around me.

I might decide I’m being illogical, or overly emotional, or perhaps unreasonable. Whatever I choose, I’ll determine the uncomfortable feeling is something I can and should disregard.

I do this despite knowing that I have, like you, sharply honed instincts – deeply imbedded likes, dislikes, talents, and struggles – that are as much a part of me as my limbs. They make me the unique being I am. My instincts reflect the essential me – my values, my feelings, my fears, my experiences, my goals – and they’re the product of everything that goes into making me.

When I’m ignoring them, and going in the direction of an outside authority, it’s like I’m choosing to not trust my own eyes.

I’ll be remembering this analogy next time I feel scared acting towards my instincts. It’ll help me stay honest about how completely critical my feelings are in shaping this Brand of Me. My happiness shows my gut is my best adviser.