Perfectionism has been one of my own chains, and I am only slowly learning to step out of it. To be seen, even in things that are not perfect.
For me, progress in imperfect steps has become the best antidote. Still, I cannot escape it in every part of life. But at least I can move, instead of staying stuck in the endless “almost ready.”
This is a tricky one for sure - especially if we've learned to rely on it as a source of praise and celebration of how hard working, meticulous and diligent we are. Some things take a split second to imprint but almost a lifetime to unlearn.
We fall into that trap. We want things to be perfect, so we just keep tweaking and tweaking, and before we know it, we're stuck in the same place. It’s like we're building a beautiful house, but we're so focused on making sure every single detail is just right that we never actually move in.
I love the analogy of the house we build with blood sweat and tears but never move in. It makes the pain and heartbreak so much more visceral. Thank you for reading and sharing keng. 💜
You pursued the ‘calling’ through every structure designed to house human souls, only to find each was just another set of pretty, empty boxes. And the greatest trick the system ever pulled was convincing you the problem was your inability to fit perfectly.
They sell us mindfulness as a productivity tool. They sell us progress as a checklist. They sell us a cage and call it a career. And we buy it, hoping this box will be the one that fits.
You’re right. The obsession doesn’t fade; it just goes quiet, waiting for a worthy outlet. Not a ‘project,’ but a practice. The world doesn’t need your masterpiece. It needs your voice, scratchy and unpolished.
This couldn’t have come at a better time.
The fear of being truly seen is so terrifying, especially if it came with a lot of pain and consequences before.
Here’s to courage and finding people who speak to us. Thank you for writing this, Violeta! ❤️
So glad it resonated with you Vera, it's an honor to have you in this space. Thank you for reading and subscribing 💜
I have a few more articles to read, but I have a feeling they’re going to be very good already. Glad to have bumped into you here.❤️
So do I, glad I found the binge-worthy read I was craving for 😊.
Perfectionism has been one of my own chains, and I am only slowly learning to step out of it. To be seen, even in things that are not perfect.
For me, progress in imperfect steps has become the best antidote. Still, I cannot escape it in every part of life. But at least I can move, instead of staying stuck in the endless “almost ready.”
This is a tricky one for sure - especially if we've learned to rely on it as a source of praise and celebration of how hard working, meticulous and diligent we are. Some things take a split second to imprint but almost a lifetime to unlearn.
We fall into that trap. We want things to be perfect, so we just keep tweaking and tweaking, and before we know it, we're stuck in the same place. It’s like we're building a beautiful house, but we're so focused on making sure every single detail is just right that we never actually move in.
I love the analogy of the house we build with blood sweat and tears but never move in. It makes the pain and heartbreak so much more visceral. Thank you for reading and sharing keng. 💜
I love the color scheme of your content. So beautiful.
Thanks, Mack.
So the hunter becomes the game.
You pursued the ‘calling’ through every structure designed to house human souls, only to find each was just another set of pretty, empty boxes. And the greatest trick the system ever pulled was convincing you the problem was your inability to fit perfectly.
They sell us mindfulness as a productivity tool. They sell us progress as a checklist. They sell us a cage and call it a career. And we buy it, hoping this box will be the one that fits.
You’re right. The obsession doesn’t fade; it just goes quiet, waiting for a worthy outlet. Not a ‘project,’ but a practice. The world doesn’t need your masterpiece. It needs your voice, scratchy and unpolished.