"You're perfect."
I hate those words.
A lot.
Growing up (back when most of my immediate family members didn't like me much) I heard that a lot. I heard a lot of,
"Well that's cause you think you're so perfect."
and
"Brooklyn is so self-righteous."
and sometimes
"Gosh-I think she does nothing wrong to purposely make us look worse."
So I grew up with the idea that even though I knew I clearly wasn't perfect, I needed to act like I was. That sure made it hard to: play the piano, take AP classes, work out, make new friends and, well just about everything.
Some girls love to be called perfect. But I quite obviously have a bad taste in my mouth about it. I even kinda sorta dated a guy who always called me perfect. I'd fight it, argue it and he'd always say, "Too bad, you're perfect."
Talk about pressure right?
Well, I've discovered something.
"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good."
-John Steinbeck.
How great is that? I don't have to be perfect right now. I just have to be good. And when we focus too much on this idea of 'perfection', it's really gonna mess with our ability to work with the here and now goodness we truly possess.
Believe me- I'm learning it all. Once imperfection at a time. :)
