The quest for perfection – what a
race! It’s like a cat chasing its
tail. And the cat never quite catches
its tail.
I would love to be perfect. Carolyn would love for me to be perfect. My step-children and grandchildren want me to
be perfect.
Wait a minute. Wait just a minute.
That ain’t gonna happen – for me or for
you.
I've been soaking in Brene Brown’s book The Gifts of Imperfection lately.
Brene says this: “Deep down
we want to take off our game face and be real and imperfect.”
Wouldn’t that be a luxury - to really
become real?
But wait … Brene says more:
“Perfectionism
is a self-destructive and addictive belief system that fuels this primary
thought: ‘If I look perfect, and do everything perfectly, I can avoid or
minimize the painful feelings of shame, judgment and blame.’”
~Brene
Brown
The Gifts of Imperfection
I've had this quote in my ‘Idea' files
for some time now and it fits perfectly with what we are saying.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
~Leonard
Cohen (Song)
Anthem
We sometimes get cracks. We think we’re perfect so we cover over the
cracks. We spackle, we paint, we lose
weight, we buy new clothes or a new house, we drive fancier cars, we get a new
hair-do, we buy a new watch, yada – yada – yada.
We go into control mode and fix our
imperfections to perfection – or so we think.
We spin a tale, we paint a picture, we
hide the truth, we hide our faults, when often the real us needs to come
through and be loved exactly as we are.
Believe it or not, there is beauty in the
cracks.
The
un-shined shoes
The slightly askew necktie
The burnt toast
The messy house
The unwashed car
Brene makes an incredible comment that I
would like to broadcast to the world:
“Our
imperfections are not our inadequacies.”
We are all imperfect on some level, or
many levels, yet we keep going. We keep
marching ahead, we keep learning and growing and relating, because we are all
in this together.
Anne Lamott is another favorite of
mine. In a Facebook post recently she told
this story. Allow me to paraphrase.
Anne told the story of visiting a friend
whose husband had passed away recently.
In a gesture of offering solace, Anne leaned down to give her friend a
hug and accidentally bumped another guest’s elbow nearby and caused her to spill
coffee on her friend’s bed covers.
Of course Anne felt horrible, however,
her friend cried out, “I hope it stains,
so I can remember the beauty of this morning forever.”
That is the gist of having perfect imperfections. We see beauty in the scars and mars and mistakes and blunders.
Have you been feeling a bit un-perfect
lately? Me too.
And we are still worthy.
Worthy of love and being loved and of
being recognized as a human being with wants, dreams, wishes and desires of
being validated.
You can order a copy of Brene's book.
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