A Letter To Perfectionism.

​Dear Perfectionism,

I see you lurking there, in the shadows, always ready to raise your finger, to cross your arms, to roll your eyes at me. I see you with your stunning glow, shiny smile, incredibly irritating laugh.  You always show up on time, never late. You are perfect and you know it. And I know it too. (sigh)

I love you little miss Perfect. I love your constant persistence, your unashamed loyalty, your willingness to show up even when you are uninvited. But... can you give me some space now? Isn't it time after all these years...? Go find a corner in the shadows and turn around in circles, see what that feels like, live a little! You don't have to watch me like a hawk anymore. I got this. I know it's hard to believe, with my self doubt, petite frame and naive outlook on life, but I REALLY got this.

Hey, chin up! You taught me a lot: I know how to second guess myself a thousand times a day; to pay attention to the smallest most minute details; to be relentless and work like an ant. I am grateful for these lessons, truly. But I gotta spread my wings and go now, and once I fly...there is no turning back. There is no second-guessing up in the sky. There are no small details in the big wide blue, and a bird is a BIRD. She's not an ant.

Thank you for your commitment to me. I will cherish it always. Now go back and hide in the shadows, let's see how long you can be, okay? I trust you will perfect the art of hiding. You are little miss perfect, after all. 

Au Revoir,

Imperfect moi.