We, Gen X women, strive for perfect.
And in our quest for perfection, we lose so much of who we are.
I used to strive for perfection, holding myself and others to expectations unachievable, out of reach, beyond reason.
I would put on this face of control to the outside world but on the inside I was falling apart. I couldn't keep pushing, keep striving at this pace any longer. And worse yet, I couldn't keep pushing those around me, daughter, husband, staff.
It is only when I relinquished my quest for perfection, did I gain control of my life.
I learned the beauty in mistakes.
I learned the art of letting go.
I learned the energy of acceptance.
We are flawed. We are beautiful. We are human.
How is your perfectionism stalling you?