You’re Not Perfect & That’s Perfectly OK
A little housekeeping – I would love if you nominated me for this! I would be happy to nominate you as well. Let me know!
Check out my guest post I wrote for Chelsey…then enjoy a special guest post from Chelsey @ Clean Eating Chelsey here! Night!
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Hello FFF readers! My name is Chelsey, and I blog over at Clean Eating Chelsey. I feel immensely honored to be guest posting for Tina today. Not only is she a great friend, mother, and blogger, but she inspires me on a daily basis to be a better person, to grow in my faith with God, and to be everything I truly was made to be.
Fortunately for you, I have come to share a great message with you all today. I know you’re going to love it – are you ready? Okay... here goes nothing:
You’re Not Perfect
In fact, none of us are – and you know what? That’s okay.
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Somehow over the course of my life, my need to be perfect – my desire to be perfect increased tremendously. I’m not quite sure where my perfectionism came from. Growing up, I was never told I had to be perfect. I was never told I couldn’t mess up. I was never told that one mistake would make or break me. So what in the world was I so afraid of?
I suppose what I was afraid of was failure – disappointment – regret. My parents were as supportive as could be. I can honestly remember so many times where I would bring home a bad grade, bad report card, or didn’t do my best in a swim meet. I was heartbroken and devastated thinking about what others would think about me. I was so much harder on myself than my parents ever were on me.
Part of me feel as if perfectionism is part of who I am, as if it’s engrained in every fiber of my being. I can’t mess up, I won’t mess up, I shouldn’t mess up – those are thoughts that run through my brain constantly every day of my life. Sometimes I feel like I’m putting on a show, a big show (called life), and others are watching me, just waiting for me to mess up. Fortunately for me, this isn’t The Truman Show, and no one is looking in on me in a fish bowl.
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Why should it matter if my hair doesn’t look perfect one day? It doesn’t.
Does it really matter if others find me funny or personable? Nope.
Should the Husband have to like every single dinner I make? Not going to happen.
Yet every time I mess up, I choke up, I freeze up – I think to myself: “I could have been better.”
And you know what? I probably could have been – but some things in life are more important.
I could have spent a ridiculous amount of time on my hair just to make it look incredible – but some things in life are more important.
I could try with relentless effort to try to get everyone to like me – but some things in life are more important.
I could make my Husband’s favorite dinner (spaghetti) every night – but some things in life are more important.
So what is more important than being perfect?
Laughing.
Living.
Faith.
Life wasn’t meant to be perfect – we weren’t meant to be perfect. What fun would life be if every person never messed up, never laughed at themselves, and never tried anything new in fear of failing?
It wouldn’t be fun. It wouldn’t be living. So I am challenging myself (as well as all of you) to stop focusing on being so “perfect”. It doesn’t exist, and life is far too short to be dwelling on what others may or may not think of you.
Question: Have you ever felt the need to be perfect? What was the driving force in your fear of not being perfect?











