Hi, my name is Avery and I am a recovering perfectionist.
(I know I am not alone.)
Many of us suffer from perfectionism the way one suffers from a never-ending flu: we can’t stomach our inadequacies and burn fevers of not-good-enough, we toss up our flaws like we’re tossing up our cookies.
There’s no harm in self-improvement. But this constant striving and reaching for unattainable goals, our pursuit of perfect, well it is a disease.
It is killing our joy. It’s killing us.
So what is the cure? Okay, the truth is this: I don’t have the answer.
But I’ve been searching, I’ve been trying. Because to be honest? I am exhausted– I am tired of sitting in this space of if only and I wish and maybe if I didn’t and maybe if I wasn’t.
Friends, are you tired of striving? Are you drained, are you spent from keeping up the charade? I know I am.
Thankfully, there is hope. There is sweet relief.