They say comparison is the thief of joy. If that’s true (and I believe it is), then perfection is the thief of progress.
As a recovering perfectionist, I know first-hand the inner turmoil each decision can hold. When everything has to be perfect…
Your anxiety builds.
Your need for control grows.
You get stuck in your head.
You become paralyzed by the fear of failure.
You wake up one day to the realization that you’re not really living. It didn’t start out like this. You’re not sure how you got here. But somewhere along the way, you’ve become a prisoner to your perfection.
So what do you do? How do you move towards grace, towards acceptance, towards freedom?
I prayed. I didn’t want to live shackled by performance and perfection. I didn’t know where to start or how to let go, but little by little I’m learning…learning to surrender my control to His plan. I’m learning to give myself grace. I’m learning how hollow perfectionism truly is. I’m learning progress > perfection.