“Good enough is the new perfect.” ~Becky Beauprie Gillespie
I stand accused of being a perfectionist.
My plea? Not guilty, of course! “I’m not perfect enough to be a perfectionist!” I counter.
But the evidence is stacked against me. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Exhibit A:
My first year at University, our mid-term examination in literature. There was major building work going on outside, and concentration was nigh on impossible. As a result, our tutor added 10% on to everyone’s scores to make up for the disruption.
What did I get? 110%.
And what was my first thought: “Hmm, I could’ve done better. And any way, it was so easy.”
But, out of the 140 other kids in the class, how many others got 110%?
You guessed it, it was just me.
This is it, you see, the madness of perfection: it isn’t even satisfied with perfection.
Another example: A couple of years later, I planned, cooked for, and led the wedding ceremony for my own wedding. The day went smoothly. Many people said it was the most special, and personal wedding they had ever attended.
But I felt disappointed, in floods of tears at the minor imperfections which no one but me had noticed. And despite having lost thirty pounds and being on the verge of being underweight, I still felt fat.
What is tragic is that I know I am not alone in this.
I had been hypnotized by the madness of the perfection-focused culture we inhabit, where even the most beautiful of bodies are airbrushed, and talented voices are digitally enhanced to reach ever new heights of perfection. (more…)