I believe my comfort in procrastination in my life comes from the fear of not being perfect. The more I have let go of that fear, the more I accomplish. Why do we wait until something is perfect before we do it? How often does that really work for us?
If I waited until I was “ready” to have children, I would not have one now. I made it work and I’m glad for the messy growth that had to happen in order to bring a child into the world and raise her.
If I waited until It was a “perfect time” to start a new career path, I would not have jumped into massage school.
If I waited in fear between relationships until I thought I was “ready to date”, I would not have found my perfectly imperfect partner.
“There would be no need for love if perfection were possible. Love arises from our imperfection, from our being different and always in need for the forgiveness, encouragement and that missing half of ourselves that we are searching for, as the Greek myth tells us, in order to complete ourselves”- Eugene Kennedy.
What is perfection anyway? Wouldn’t “perfect” still be up for criticism? I believe perfect is boring, stagnant and possibly based on the subjective mind of someone else. I’d rather be good. Whole. Authentically me! I get to try new things and if I believe I can be better, because good remains open-ended, then I take that moment to refine myself.
Would you rather remain stuck in your comfortable areas? To make the excuse of not doing something because you fear imperfection? Or will you grow? Refining yourself along the way.
On my favorite coffee mug, from my future mother-in-law it states “don’t wait for the perfect moment, take this moment and make it perfect”.