Do you ever see another person who seems to have it all together? Their hair is perfectly swept to the side, their make up is flawless, and they are so stinking organized? Like when they open their car door, their car is so clean, smells good and even has labeled boxes??
I used to try to achieve this idea of perfectionism and was so ashamed of my level of chaos that I hid from people and avoided them!! I didn’t want people to open MY car door because inevitably a rotten cup of milk was going to fall out along with a few Cheetos and maybe even a flying bird.
Over the past few years, I gave up this idea of a “perfect person”... maybe it was having kids that brought me back to reality. Because let’s face it, kids are messy, kids are demanding, kids are unpredictable and kids don’t give a crap about perfect. And quite frankly, attempting to maintain a perfect image is exhausting. I’d rather be a human napkin for my kids (see chocolate stained shirt below and if you zoom in to the back of me you’ll see a real pleasant kid) and be comfortable with who I am, than hide under the mask of perfectionism any day.
Perfectionism was my mask to hide my vulnerabilities. I was scared to be judged, rated or considered less than.
What are your masks? Take them off...you are safe here.
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