My mind cannot even comprehend why we as humans so strive for perfection. Why does perfectionism hold me back and keeps me paralyzed? Why does perfectionism hurt me and makes it harder to accept myself? Why do I always have to put up a fight against it?
Especially, when it comes to aesthetics my heart beats for curatedness and everything visually appealing. Whatever that encompasses is clearly portrayed through the creative work I do. So, there is a good thing in the beautiful.
I have also learned to start projects without having everything figured out from the start. It can be way more helpful to adjust as you go, as you learn more from acting then waiting for life to happen to you. This has been such a great learning and experience so far and has truly allowed me to grow alongside my creative ventures.
However, perfectionism still harms me and I am sure, I am not the only one. Regularly criticising my looks, my worth and abilities is something that has its partially identifiable roots. It has been set in place and can be triggered. I am grateful for my awareness and ability to order my thoughts – to tell me it is okay. I am only human and so are you. Perfection is not real. It is not even possible. One day it will be fine. There is nothing to fight against. Surrender. Feel. Dive deep. When you come out at the other end, it will be okay. It already is.