Perfectionism is the belief that ‘What Is’ is not perfect and that I am responsible for making it perfect. So I strive and strive and strive and never succeed.
Why?
Because perfection is already done. Reality is always perfect. So perfection is something I notice, not something I DO. I cannot do it. I can only notice it. And when I fail to notice the eternal gift of what is, I suffer. And in my desperation to end my suffering, I try to make perfect what is already perfect, which fails because the universe is kind and will not let me degrade perfection. And so I go to war with the very thing I want, and in so doing, I compound my suffering.
Anytime I think, “I must perfect this,” I am in perfectionism and therefore blind to perfection.
Does that mean nothing ever changes?
No.
It just means the change is above my pay grade.
I don’t change things. Things change through me.
I do what I can and change happens - exactly when and as it should - without my conscious effort. It isn’t up to me. What is up to me is to love what is and give myself to it fully. And when I do, I find the rest takes care of itself.
And it is always perfect.