Perfection isn’t real.
It’s a lie.
It’s a judgement.
It’s a story.
But it isn’t real.
That doesn’t mean it can’t hurt or shame or embarrass.
We all fail.
We all make mistakes.
We all forget.
We all miss stuff.
It’s part of being human.
There is no perfection. There is no ‘right’ way to be.
I’m learning this.
I’m learning that my harshest critiques of others are simply a window into my own discomfort with non-perfectness.
When I am in judgement of others for their mistakes and foibles, do I forget my own?
Which might be easier to judge someone else, than to just look at what I missed, forgot, or failed at today.
What if we just allow people to fail, make mistakes, forget?
What if when we do we ‘see’ them…we giggle with them?
We remind them, and by doing so, us.. that these are the human parts of being human.
That perfection isn’t real.
We’re funny how we make a mess of things and then just keep going.
It’s cute how we forget stuff.
It’s lovely how we tried and showed up and continue to do our work in the world.
Perfection is simply a judgement that serves no purpose in the busy, full, meaningful lives we live.
So, keep at it.
And move along.