Fuck Perfection

“Perfect is beige.” ~ Kris Carr

Ah, perfection: the plague of adventure, the disease of happiness, the obstacle of authenticity.

Perfection is an excuse, it’s boring, and it’s a crutch. Let’s throw out our notions and stop the insanity because perfection means no growth, no sticky edges. Perfection means no change and no unexpected opportunities.

Perfection is void of unexpected delight and spontaneous joy because it keeps us in our head and focused on things that don’t move us up and out.

Rather than perfection, let’s try for experience. Authentic experience is messy and mistake-ridden, but it’s beautiful and poetic. And so very, very scary.

A life of vivacious color and cacophonous joy takes imperfection and mistakes and failures. An unleashed woman is willing to face her fears and take a leap of faith.

So, instead of holding tightly to a false sense of control, why not surrender beautifully into the arms of fate? Instead of fighting to stay inside the lines (that were mostly likely drawn by someone else’s expectations), why not jump into the swirling mystery so that you can create you own story in a way that’s never been done before?

Let us stand up and scream, “Fuck perfection!” Rip off the gloves, toss the dishes in the sink, wrap your hair in a ponytail, and find something extraordinary to do with this moment. Write or paint or sign-up for a class on glass blowing or dance naked in your living room with the curtains open or book a spontaneous weekend away by yourself.

Just do something that gets your heart pumping. Don’t over think it. Don’t doubt yourself.

Trust, decide, and leap. Regardless of the outcome, the fact that you had the courage to try makes you even more incredible than you already are.

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