A futile pursuit of perfection is the trap I so often fall into. Over and over. At work and in my personal life, I set up high expectations and then get discouraged when I find myself struggling to live up to them. Of course, I should be able to work full-time, get As in my classes, have a great marriage, transform my self-care habits and establish a regular writing practice all at the same time. No problem, right? Instead it is difficult to find time for all my homework, writing as often as I want to, keeping up my self-care goals and my marriage. Being frazzled is a constant theme. Of all the things I desire, as I’m coming in for the final approach to my 4oth birthday, getting off this frantic, chronic-busyness ride is the main one!
I love world views that honor the spiritual quality of imperfection. I need that message and drink it thirstily when I find it. My first introduction to a reverence of imperfection was hearing about a Native American practice of purposely weaving an imperfection into their baskets. It caused my brain to come to a standstill as I pondered this idea. What? Being imperfect is good? It is to be honored? More recently I was fascinated to discover the Japanese concept of Wabi-Sabi. I need to hear these types of messages over and over to combat my perfection programming. It runs so deep. Doing a bit of web surfing I found philosophy professor, Kieran Setiya’s Ideas of Imperfection blog. I got a good chuckle out of his post on anxiety.
I am aware all the time that that I am falling short of my intended perfection. This desired state of perfection is a delusion. It is in imperfection that authenticity and the uniqueness of life is found. If I choose imperfection, I can let go of the relentless treadmill that ultimately cheats me of the moments that matter most.