Totally honest and relatable. It’s such an effort silencing your inner mean girl.
I am a recovering perfectionist.
And yet…if you asked people who know me on a basic level, if I was or ever had been a perfectionist, they would probably laugh in your face.
I have a wild mane of curly hair.
That I never brush.
My car is a mess.
Old coffee cups in the cup holders.
A windshield that desperately needs to be cleaned.
I have a bank account
that tends to dwindle
depending on the season.
Consistency is not my strong suit.
At first glance, I am the complete opposite of a perfectionist.
But, if you asked people that I’m the most vulnerable with, the people that truly see me, they would nod in agreement. I am indeed a recovering perfectionist.
When my perfectionism was at it’s worst, I couldn’t make a decision about anything. For example, exercise. I would sit in my house…
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