A reflection on the nature of perfection
I tend to over think many things
I want things to be perfect. Whole. Complete.
I’m afraid to put words on paper for fear that I will have said too much. That someone will be upset by the words. That someone will think the words are wrong. That someone will think the words are not important.
I’m afraid to put words on paper for fear that I will not say enough. That someone will point out something I forgot to mention or might have missed. That someone will feel my analysis is lacking.
I’m afraid to put words on paper for fear that I might lose popularity. That someone will think less of me for the view I hold. That someone won’t let me sit at their table anymore.
I’m afraid to put words on paper for fear that I will be hurt. That someone will send me another email telling me how wrong I am. That someone will make a comment that is mean.
This someone–the fictitious character that is the making of my own mind–keeps me awake at night. It makes me hesitate as I type out words on computer at the local coffee shop. It scares me as I go to hit publish on that next post.
The thing is though, that someone doesn’t have control of me. I allow it to.
The truth is, I am grateful to put words on paper
I’m excited to put these words on paper.
I’m passionate about putting these words on paper.
I’m in love with writing, with sharing, with communicating, with making a small contribution to the discourse around subjects that are important. The only thing I should really be afraid of, is showing up as any less than my authentic self.
Maybe all of us need to be a little less afraid of not being perfect. A little quicker to admit our faults. A little more open to the vulnerability of sharing ourselves with others. A little more open to being a work in progress.
Regardless of the outcome. Regardless of the response. Regardless of whether it’s perfect.
Because after all, your words matter.
Maybe the type of perfection we should aim for then is imperfection.