
Where the real problem comes in is when we allow that need for perfection to actually control us, stop us from trying, keep us in our safe zone and away from doing anything that might lead to us to look foolish or less than, in eyes of someone else. Then we are in Perfection Paralysis.
That was me for a very long time. I missed out because I was afraid, because of course you are never perfect the first time out of the gate, so better just to watch from the sidelines. “No, I’m good. You guys go ahead. l’ll just watch.” I became a really good cheerleader.
I still am a really good cheerleader, in fact I absolutely love celebrating other people’s success and accomplishments, but a few years back I realized something: I wanted to celebrate my own too!
I wanted to be engaged in life, I wanted to feel the exhilaration of extending myself, testing my limits and seeing what I was capable of and I wanted to be me, not a version of me that works for everyone else, but the real honest to goodness me, the one that had been lost somewhere along the way.
It’s not like one day I just completely stopped worrying about what other people think, in fact I consider myself a recovering perfectionist and probably always will.
I just realized that how I feel is far more important than what other people think.
Because really, what other people think about me is completely out of my control. But how I feel in my own skin, how I see myself through my own eyes, is a choice I get to make each and every day.
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