When I was a little girl, I’d color in my coloring book. If I made a mistake and accidentally colored outside the lines, the picture was no good to me. I would tear it out and throw it away.
As I got older, the same thing was true about my clothing. If every seam of a top or blouse wasn’t aligned with the sharpness of my shoulders, every pair of pants or shorts didn’t flow smooth along the curved lines of my hips, or if a jacket didn’t fit like I was the pin model for the designer’s garment sample, it was banished to the back of my closet. Its job from that point forward was to collect dust until it was tossed in the bag for donation to Good Will or St. Vincent de Paul.
Perfection is dangerous.
Perfectionism robs you of truth in self-discovery, so make an imperfection-connection with the real you.
Instead of taking you to new and different places to explore, create, and renew your sense of worth and being, it holds you captive within a safe-zone structure of uniformity.
I need to experience the laid back honesty of a hem fallen and a button popped. I want the freedom to experience how colors behave outside the lines. Hopefully, they bleed into one another and create a rainbow.
Hugs from the Heart,