The ART of Imperfection

Perfectionism is often a humble-brag. The answer to that awkward interview question “what’s your biggest weakness?”

Perfectionism is dressed up as a deep love for drive and ambition. It masquerades as being conscientious, thorough and careful.

For a long time, I clung to perfectionism like a woman drowning in a sea of my own self-doubt.

It’s been the way I create my identity, my worth, my right to be in this world. It’s driven me to achieve and strive for success – or so I thought. As I’ve come back home to my body, I’ve come to realise that perfectionism is actually “self-abuse of the highest order”, in the words of Anne Wilson Schaef.