I’m a recovering perfectionist. Or so I thought I was. I’m actually a woman who identifies as a recovering perfectionist. I’m smart like that. I know my weakness. I name it and claim it and place a catchy little word in front of it. Recovering. There I did it. I acknowledged my frailty and gave a nod of acknowledgment toward a need for growth. Now we can all just look away. Jen’s got it together
I’ve been a recovering perfectionist for 20 years; and while I’ve grown and changed in ways, I’ve never actually rooted out the whys. Like why am I a perfectionist? Or why do I procrastinate? Why do I loathe what I perceive as weakness and vulnerability in others as well as myself?
I recently started reading “The Gifts of Imperfection” by Brene Brown. I’d seen so much posted on social media about her lately, and I wanted to hear more about her ideas on living wholeheartedly, fulfillment, and vulnerability.
I’m only a third of the way into the book, but it has been such a tremendous eye opener. In a most gentle and subtle way- it has called me out of hiding.
So here I am. And here is my new project. It’s called Naked Writings. Fret not. I’m fully clothed as I write this. But these writings will be the least thought out, least prepared, and completely unedited texts. It’s my effort to share more of my thoughts with less filter, less perfection, and less striving. I’m a bit freaked out about it, but it’s what I need to do.
If you’re an editor- take a few sips of something before you read ;). If you’re a recovering perfectionist, may this be an encouragement to stop hiding. If you’re afraid to share your gifts, may my unedited imperfection give you the courage to share what you’ve been hiding.