I love getting the newest version of the iPhone. It’s like Christmas for me whenever it comes out. But, if you have a smartphone, you know it is constantly updating. Everytime you turn around you’re being asked to install the latest version of the software. And when you install that software it takes a little while for the phone to adjust and for everything to run smoothly.
Sometimes the process of going through those updates can be frustrating. But, they’re important because they make the phone better.
The updates may not run perfectly, and the creators may have to run through a few versions before they work out certain glitches, but that’s ok. The phone doesn’t have to be perfect, and we don’t have to be either.
Being perfect is an unattainable goal, and this is why:
Perfection is rooted in our need to please other people, but it is impossible to please everyone. There’s nothing wrong with people not liking something. It doesn’t mean anything about you, it’s just their preference.
Most things need to be updated. We are constant works in progress, just like our phones. We apply lessons as we learn them, and we grow.
We are human beings. That means we are imperfect.
We can’t control every aspect of everything.
You will drive yourself insane trying to be perfect. We shouldn’t expect perfection of ourselves or anyone else. The more we accept imperfection in ourselves, the better we become about accepting it in others, which leads to us all affording one another more grace.
Good enough is the new perfect.
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What does perfection mean to you?
What would it look like for you to let go of perfection and allow yourself the room to be imperfect? What would that create space for?
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