Perfection

Perfection is a trap. Or rather the notion that there is such a thing. That we can achieve it or be it or find it. Perfection leads to paralysis, procrastination, endless indecision, or doubt. To perseverance in pursuit of it.

I’m all for good enough. Especially these days, and as I get older, good enough is quite enough.

Most of my work these days is with therapists and healers, artists and writers, mentoring them to claim their gifts and talents, expose their public personas via a website or book. As a group, these folks have a hard enough time putting themselves out there. The search for the exact words and perfect images simply stops them cold.

One would think that creating a website, the early 21st century equivalent of a business card, would be a straightforward process based on a logical strategy of attracting and enrolling new people. For my clients, most of whom are women, however, it typically becomes an inner dive into all the insecurities, notions about being too assertive, too visible, too loud of voice and too colorful of personality. All the internalized personal and cultural messages that givers and healers and artists should be modest and humble work against claiming our public presence clearly, matter-of-factly, honestly but without ego.

So I find myself functioning as more of a counselor, mentor, sometimes even therapist, clarifying, encouraging, and repeating, “good enough, good enough, you are enough.”