There’s a saying about “perfect” being “the enemy of good.” Perfectionism is a trait that’s common in hoarders, according to the guy who cleans out impossibly cluttered homes on Oprah — they’re so overwhelmed by the prospect of not getting everything perfect that they are immobilized.
I read this on a message board recently and it REALLY struck me. I think this is me. I’m so afraid of failing at things that I don’t even attempt them. It feels like if I can’t be perfect than it’s not worth it. This is the exact kind of thinking that is detrimental to my success in changing my life.
No one is perfect. Logically I know that, but for some reason I have trouble remembering that I fall into the category of “someone”. I hold myself to a standard that I don’t think is either realistic or healthy. What’s worse is that I don’t expect other people to live up to my expectations. This makes me feel like a failure because I’m not some kind of paragon. How fair is that?
I’m a great believer in fair. I know that “life isn’t fair” (to quote my ever-wise grandmother), but it SHOULD be. Call me idealistic, call me naive, but I think it would be great where the kind people of the world were rewarded accordingly and the mean people were punished thusly. It’s not that I think that the world is fair, I just wish that it was. In my daily life, I try to right the balance; I’m as fair as I can be to every person who crosses my path.
Except! Apparently the only person I’m not that fair to is myself.