As scary as it is, to open up yourselves for all to see...it's a therapeutic feeling to be able to "get it all out there". And know that perhaps, just maybe there are others that truly understand where you're coming from.
As an adult, my life hasn't been much different.....my piles consisted of different things, and some of the same as I added the things that a husband and children bring along with my own mess. And perfectionism, has continued to be a driving force behind what I do, and ultimately, what I do not do.
Perfectionism has kept from pursuing so many things in my life that could bring me so much joy. God created me to be this creative, fun-loving person, and because I couldn't do things "just so".....I didn't do them. Fear that if and when I did them, that it wouldn't be good enough.
Things perfectionism has stolen from me:
-A healthy weight-
How many times have I determined that Monday was my day to start a new diet or commit to a new way of eating, like Trim Healthy Mama, only to flounder and fail a few days later, and then just give up. I can't do it right...so why try?
-A clean and cozy home-
While I managed to go through and get rid of half of our stuff earlier this year, it's still been a daily battle to keep it that way, because I can't let myself just settle in and do what is necessary to keep my home "just so". I have to have the perfect plan, the perfect routine, the perfect ?????. We've only painted two rooms in our house, mostly out of necessity, and we have very little decorations, because I can't decide what would be exactly what I think things should look like.
An old picture, but this is what it was like before we got rid of so much junk!
I love to create...it's my outlet. I love all that is crafty, and I love music, and I love art. And while I've made a lot of things....it's not near what I would have if I could have just let perfectionism stop controlling me. I have picked up the guitar and sat down to practice playing the piano so many times determined that I was going to start learning to play, only to miss a day of practice and give up. I recently started drawing more, and am frozen in the fear of messing up. So I just put it away. Even this blog, has caused me so much fear of not blogging like I think I should, so I just don't do it.
-My children's education-
This is the one that hurts me the most. How many times have I sat down to plan out the "perfect" school year, to get halfway into the first day and feel defeated. So many curriculums, so many methods, so many days of doing nothing, because I was so tied up with doing things a certain way. We slept in and are already off of our new schedule, so why keep going, only to fail?
What hurts even more, is I am seeing some of the same traits in my own children now, and it breaks my heart.
This has been my mindset. This has been my prison......
As they say, admitting it is the first step, right? I am a perfectionist, and it's ruining my life! I'm so ready to move on...so ready to let it go. (insert Frozen interlude here :)
There is a necessity for me to learn to be more consistent, but that does not equal the same as perfect. If we purpose to get up earlier, and we fail, tomorrow is another day. If something that the kids are doing for school is not working, and we've made an effort to try it out for a little bit, then we can find something else. If I plan to make better food choices, but end up eating a big ol' package of peanut butter cups, I can start over with my next meal choice, it doesn't have to wait until Monday.
I've come to realize that perfectionism is a choice. It's a matter of constantly telling myself, I am and will never be good enough.....
But here's the thing.....IN CHRIST.....I am enough. He accepts me in all my imperfect glory. He loves me even when I fail. He lifts me up when I am low.
I AM ENOUGH!
It's time to let the chains of perfectionism fall, and learn to embrace life as it comes...hopelessly imperfect, this side of heaven....but beautiful nonetheless.
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live;
yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life
which I now live in the flesh I live by the
faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and
gave himself for me. Galations 2:20














