For some reason, perfection has been in my way lately. (As a recovering perfectionist, this happens all the time.) This terrible voice haunts me with it’s four little words: it could be better. It doesn’t matter what it is, it could just be better. An outfit, the store, or even dinner for heaven’s sake! Like a mean girl in high school, this voice knows no limits. So I’ve realized this voice needs to be shut down — I mean whatever happened to just being happy with who you are and what you got?
Sure, it could always be better. I could always be taller, thinner, prettier, happier, richer, have a reality show and a Mercedes (small dreams here) and so on and so on. But then I wouldn’t be me; I’d be someone else. I’m not saying it’s not ok to have goals or dreams of improvements for you or your life. I just don’t think that it’s worth dwelling on what you are not; you should just be what you are right now.
And that, my friends, was my random stream of consciousness for the day. So get on with your bad self because it’s not getting any better. I kid — it’s best that it is right now and that is actually perfect.