Kicking Perfectionism to the Curb

Perfectionism became my fuel and it always left me on empty.

When I was in my 30s I loved to throw parties.

šŸ½Fancy dinner parties for friends.

🐠Elaborate birthdays for the kids that included a fish cake with intricate scales created with Neko wafers.

Back then Martha Stewart was the purveyor of taste and there are no ā€˜hacks’ to anything. 

Creating meaningful and beautiful experiences for others felt like my zone of genius and also fed my need for validation, which is lacking when raising small kids. 

BUT

I was driven by perfectionism. I went above and beyond what was necessary AND I made things harder on myself than needed. Instead of staying focused on my values of creativity and connection, it became more like a competitive sport.

  • I would beat myself up if it didn’t match my vision perfectly.

  • I would end up cranky and exhausted.

  • The cost to my family was greater than the benefit

When I returned to work, I just let it all go. 

Recently life has changed. 3 kids have flown the nest, and I have my own business where there is more flexibility with my time. 

A few weeks ago I got the urge to throw a fall-themed party for a few couples. 

With new self-awareness, I felt It was time to see if could manage my perfectionism and stay grounded in my intention to nurture more connection and honor my creativity.

Instead of being driven by a narrow idea of what it had to look/be like I embraced the experience of flow. I allowed the details to come together instead of being prescriptive.

  • When Michaels didn’t have the needed supplies to make a fall wreath I pivoted, went to the flower store, and bought winter plants to spruce up my pots.

  • A new friend suggested a mushroom lasagna recipe. Done.

  • Trader Joe’s provided dessert.

I had time on Saturday afternoon, to arrange the flowers, set a beautiful table, spruce up the house, light candles. It felt magical.

By staying grounded in ease and creativity create, not perfectionism, I remained energized and able to share my joy with others. 

Are you a perfectionist? Does it derail you at times?

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