Meditation For Thursday, February 24, 2011
Perfectionism is a stressor for many of us. For others, it is crippling. Company cannot come into our home until it is perfect. We do not leave the house until we look perfect. When we set the table for dinner, it must look… perfect!
No one is perfect. The sooner you realize this, the happier you’ll be.
It is 7:40 in the morning and you are yelling at your hair in the bathroom mirror. You’re stressing because you’re running late (again) and there is no way you are leaving the house looking like this. Your hair refuses to adhere to your strict demands of perfectionism. If anyone asked you, you would swear your hair could actually hear you. I know there were a few times I was pretty sure my hair could hear me. But my hair wanted to play the let’s see how many of us she rips out today game.
Believe it or not, no one cares. No one will notice your imperfect hair. Heck, no one notices your perfect hair. How many times have we apologized for our appearance, the dirt on the dashboard of our car or the seven dishes in the kitchen sink only to be told, “Really? I hadn’t noticed”. Now we feel silly because we brought attention to something that no one had noticed. Embrace your freaky hair. You’ll feel better once you realize there are imperfect things we cannot perfect. Sometimes (ok, most times) even hair.
Maybe you are having company over and you just spent the last three hours with a piece of duct tape on a stick to get the fuzzies out of the ridge between the baseboard and the carpet. You are the only person who is, or ever will be, aware of these displaced fuzzies. Why, when people come to our home, do we get so freaked out about all those fuzzies? Say it with me: No one cares about the displaced fuzzies.
Lighten up! Perfectionism is draining. When we beat ourselves up with this kind of self abuse, it takes a toll on our spirit and our health. Learning to let go of perfectionism is a wonderful step towards accepting yourself for who you are. When we let go of perfectionism, we give ourselves the gift of being human. To let things be as they are (even us and our own idiosyncrasies) gives us time to enjoy the moment rather than fret about its lack of perfection.
Mantra for the day: I am perfectly imperfect.