How many times over and over again have you thought of doing something great, of building something or creating something, or just writing something.
The being gets in the way of the doing, and vice-versa.
We are born, we grow, we live, we die, and sometimes we are born again.
As with anything in life, we tend to compare our current situation with that of others well ahead of us, either financially, spiritually, relationally. Either way we look at it, we seem to be doomed to imperfection.
I am here to tell you that I am a recovering perfectionist. One of those who goes on living in the shadows of the impossible and in the light of our perfect beings. It is a contradiction indeed. We go around trying to fix things the way we see others do it, making our bodies and mind suffer while trying to be that which we are not; humanly perfect.
Don’t get me wrong. We are perfect beings, just happens to be that our humanity makes us who we are; imperfect.
… and that is OK.
It is as OK as the morning dew on our windshield.