I’ll never get it perfect.
I’ll never get it perfect.
I used to waste so much making sure something was perfect.
For instance, when I remade my kids’ beds, I would agonize over whether the blankets were folded the way they wanted and if the stuffed animals were in the exact right spot.
After failing to achieve perfection, I quit trying. Instead, I celebrate when it’s done and accept that the constant change of favorite stuffed animals is not worth my time. I’ll probably never get it perfect and that’s okay.
A few things happened when I released the need to be perfect…
I became incredibly efficient at the things I was doing.
I was happier and experienced more joy throughout the day.
Now, this doesn’t mean I don’t strive for greatness, because I absolutely do, but greatness to me is not perfection.
Greatness is doing/being something to my best ability.