It is not your job to be perfect
By EatWell.PartyHard. on December 29, 2013
News flash: the world doesn’t need perfection from you.
You weren’t born, schooled or hired for flawlessness.
Your clients, boss and peers don’t expect it because—guess what—it doesn’t exist.
So, really, it’s time to quit beating yourself up for being a human being with too much stuff on your plate.
Because you’re something much, much better than perfect.
And no one else can do what you do, exactly the way you do it.
That’s why you’re here. To share your gifts, your talents—both unsung and publicly mindblowing—and your weirdness with the rest of us. We need it.
But here’s the thing: all the shiny, intense, flavor-packed goodness that makes you you? It gets buried every time you freak out from fear that you’re not good enough. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough, successful enough, or powerful enough. Every time you make a compulsive attempt at plastic perfection. Which sucks, both for you and for the rest of us (remember, we need it). And the only way to dig it back out?
Chill the fuck out.
I’m not urging you to pretend everything’s fine (when has that ever helped anyone?)—just acknowledge what’s happening. I’m frantic, you say to yourself. I suck, and everything is terrible, and I’m terrified and small. HELP.
And then…let it pass. This shit is pollution floating on top of the water. This is algae and old Pepsi bottles and suspiciously small plastic baggies. This is junk.
Dive deeper into yourself. Leave the crappy self-sabotage up at the surface. The garbage may vary depending on the tide, but below it? Day in and day out, it’s the same peaceful blue. It’s where the beauty is.
Your job is to accept the fact that splashing around in the filth is not an efficient way to get out. Your job is to duck. Remember who you are, and remember that you wouldn’t be where you are if the rest of us weren’t so damn sure you were the best person for the role.
If you can’t quite get there, ask for help. You already have everything you need to get the job done, but sometimes, a reminder from someone else can make breaking through the grime a whole lot easier.
And guess what. Even if you fuck up? It won’t last. Nothing’s permanent—not failures, not triumphs, not freakouts, not “perfection.” You’re gonna be okay. So are the people you love. So is your work.
Just do your job. The real one.
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