I recently read a post that said, “Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly.” These words were everything to me.
There was a time when I would have scrolled right past that post in a dismissive funk because I had no clue how that could be either possible or desirable. I never accepted that I was allowed to do anything poorly—I had to do everything perfectly. These words were heresy, they were offensive to too many gods, or rather, too many of my inner demons who lived under the dictatorship of the God of perfectionism.
This article is for the perfectionists and recovering perfectionists out there who want their lives back. It comes from a personal place: I am a recovering perfectionist.
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