I’m not perfect and I don’t claim to be, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t tried to be.
The older I get the more I realize that my quest for perfection has hurt me more than it has helped me.
I have seen many of my plans and ideas die as I’ve tried to perfect them before bringing them to fruition.
The challenge with “Perfect”, is that no one is perfect. Regardless of what they may project or what we may see.
The problem is that we are seeing a portion of the story. There are no “behind the scenes” or “Out-takes”.
We only see the edited, condensed version of what people want us to see.
After reading “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck” I started to view social media as a highlight reel rather than a play-by-play account of someone's life.
We are seeing the “Best Of” everyone’s life, then comparing our life to theirs.
“Look, they’re in Hawaii. Ugh, it must be nice to have the perfect life like them.”
Meanwhile you just got back from vacation while having the time of your life and they were saying the same thing about you.
Social media has put “Keeping up with the Joneses” on a whole other level… the steroid level.
I get it though, I post when I’m on vacation and other things I think people will like as well.
Because honestly, I don’t think people would get that excited about a photo of me turning in a file titled “Hashtag Paperwork”.
But that is reality, I do that and so do others, it’s just not shared on the highlight reel of social media.
Again, nobody is perfect, regardless of what you may think.
And please, don’t let that illusion stop you from moving forward with your own plan or idea.
Me writing these Facebook posts for example.
They aren’t perfect but I have wanted to write for a long time but I never started.
I didn’t start because in my mind I didn’t have the proper training or qualifications.
I wanted to to have the perfect word, sentence, paragraph, chapter and book before I shared any of it.
Then one day I said to myself, “I have a pen, I have paper, I have my thoughts and I know how to spell. I’m qualified. So, f*ck it! Let’s write”.
So I did.
If I waited for “perfect” it likely would have never happened.
I know we ALL want to be perfect but sometimes…
PERFECT is the problem.
