I am, in many ways, a perfectionist. I obsess over little details, events that have transpired throughout the day, ways in which I could have done better, or how I can constantly be improving. Perfectionism is exhausting. Perfectionism is the enemy of the good. Which is why I believe perfectionists have a hard time receiving love. They aren’t quite good enough to receive love. Or, the love they are receiving isn’t perfect enough for them. Either way, perfectionism is a hard way to live out your humanity.
As Richard Rohr would say, “Perfection is perfectly accepting your imperfections.” In accepting— and— even learning to love the imperfections within yourself and around you, you really begin to learn to love things that might not seem lovable. You don’t idealize things or people. You find immense love for what is. And, you allow your cup to overflow, because life is overflowing with goodness.