“I’m a perfectionist!”
How many times have you heard this statement? Have you made it?
Hell, I’ve used it myself a few times in the past, even though it was basically a fuckin’ lie. I knew damned well that I was anything but.
But many people still say it, and mean it, and try to back it up. And they fail miserably, every fuckin’ day, because there’s just one thing wrong with being a perfectionist:
Perfection doesn’t exist. Anywhere, Anytime. Period.
I suppose one might argue that the Universe is perfect: perfect chaos in its wholeness and vastness. But nothing else is perfect. Personally, I think we should strike the fuckin’ word from Webster’s, permanently and perfectly. How’d you like that?
Perfectionism is the rocky road to ruin, to frustration, depression, stress, anxiety, and most of all, ABSOLUTE FAILURE!
If you set out to do anything perfectly, you have already failed, by definition of the goal.
Here’s my advice: FUCK PERFECTION.
Yep, I said it. Fuck it. To hell with it. Chuck it, forget such a word ever existed, and then get back to work and do your very best, but do it with purpose, intention, and get that shit done! Stop screwing around trying to prove your self worth by producing perfect shit. It’s mainly just an excuse for not finishing anything, and for failing to accomplish your goals.
Stop using perfectionism as an excuse. Aim, instead, for greatness, and that will be good enough. You are already good enough. YOU ARE ENOUGH. Stop trying to prove it by being perfect, only to prove the opposite.
I could go on for a long time on this topic, but I don’t think it’s necessary. If you want success in life, in any part of it, you have to abandon the idea of perfection. It will kill your success, stop you dead in your tracks, and suck the life from your body, mind, and spirit, leaving you a fuckin’ zombie, walking around waiting to have your brains smashed in so they can bury you.
Say after me, “FUCK PERFECTION! FUCK PERFECTION! FUCK PERFECTION!”
See y’all tomorrow!