Giving Up Perfection
I have the perfect thing to give up for lent; perfection. It is a dream, goal, and illusion that haunts my every move. I have tortured myself for years in search of the perfect. The perfect partner, the perfect diet, the perfect prescription for happiness, love, or whatever. I know from years of anxious searching, it is not worth chasing the illusion of perfection. She is a devilish taskmaster who is never satisfied with what is. Perversely, being satisfied with what is often allows the space for real change to happen, but only if we don’t chase it!
After years of chasing the formula for enlightenment, I’ve let go. I may never find nirvana, but I also won’t be torturing myself with frantic searching for the perfect prescription to fix myself, solve my problems, and achieve enlightenment. More than any other thing I’ve done in my life, learning to love and accept myself has been the hardest and most worthwhile thing I’ve done. I won’t pretend that I hang out blissfully in peace all day long, but I spend far less time and energy in search of solutions to my perceived shortcomings.
As I approach my 61st year, I’m learning to embrace who I am with all the warts, imperfections, mistakes, and challenges. This may be as good as it gets, and that is OK by me. I can spend more time celebrating who I am, what I do have, and all the wonderful people and experiences that have graced my life.
May we give ourselves the gift of acceptance.