Kick perfection in the face
Perfect is not only the enemy of good, but it can be a major impediment to even just being okay. This blog post, from the ever clever DDP crew, deconstructs the perils of perfectionism.
I keep starting this and stopping three lines in.
Trying different titles, going down different paths.
Vulnerability, depression, strength, what it means to be human.
Every time I stop, because nothing feels right. Nothing feels good enough. Nothing feels perfect.
And that’s ironic, because really what I am trying to say is: Fuck perfect.
Perfect is a lie that we tell ourselves. Perfect is a mask that we hide behind. Perfect is a desperate attempt to find control within a vast and unpredictable universe.
But the truth is, you can be as perfect as you possibly can – you can get all A’s and get the perfect job and cook local organic vegetarian food and do yoga every single day and strive towards that unattainable cellulite-free ass – and the people you love will still get hurt. You will still get hurt.
We are human. We are boundless capacity for…
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