Let yourself be yourself – it’s OK to be imperfect!

Let yourself be yourself – it’s OK to be imperfect!

“You’re imperfect, and you’re wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.” Brene Brown

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We are all perfectly imperfect just as we are.

Yes, it’s true. Sometimes hard to believe, but always the truth. Believe me.

I’ve always recognized that I am a perfectionist.

I was the little girl who wanted to know how to play the piano at my first lesson, how to roller blade the first time I tried, how to do the splits at my first gymnastics class.

I’ve always wanted to do it right the first time.

On the one hand, I appreciate my intention to do and be my best at whatever I do, but on the other hand, I see how this mentality has often paralyzed my efforts and prevented me from daring and learning to be brilliant.

The one practice I’ve committed to in my life, where I’ve been willing to be less than perfect, and continue to embrace each day, is yoga.

The meditative quality, the healing breath, the invigorating movement all resonate with me and remind me to just be where and who I am, in each moment.

It’s been fifteen years now since I began my yoga practice in an effort to release the tension in my neck that was triggering chronic headaches during my first year studying at UCLA.

I felt transformed after my very first yoga class and just knew that I would grow and expand with my practice.

In the beginning, most of my transformation was physical—feeling more relaxed, open, energized, and flexible. In recent years, my practice has guided me to expand my perspective, and I find myself open to understanding life anew.

I’m discovering new ways of being and of seeing the world.

Just two months ago I had a revelation.

I was communicating with a life coach who is an incredible listener, endeavoring to understand why I was constantly feeling challenged in my relationship with my husband. Together, we realized that I was creating the same expectations of perfection for him as I had carried for myself since childhood.

A memory surfaced: me, around twelve years old, sharing my report card with my father.

“Why are they not all As?” he questioned unapologetically.

I glanced at my grades, noticing that I’d earned six As and one B+, and said, “I did my best.”

“I expect all As next time,” he firmly instructed.

“I’ll do better,” I submissively acquiesced.

And this stuck. The need to do better than my best. The desire to be better than myself. I wanted my father’s approval. I wanted my father’s love. I wanted my father’s attention. And so, I worked even harder and earned a 4.0 GPA each semester.

But you know what? It was never enough.

I never felt enough. I never could earn the love and attention that I desperately craved from him.

I needed to look within myself.

Now, some twenty years later, I’m still struggling with my tendency toward perfectionism.

This insight is life changing: A chance to understand myself better. A reflection of how and why I choose to think and act the way I do. An opportunity to acknowledge that I’ve associated being perfect with being lovable…

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