"I am a perfect hu-man being, I'm not a perfect God."
What a relief, this sen-tence. My father suffered from the disease of per-fectionism. I did not know
back then his insecurities prompted this perspective.His unrealistic perspective infected my soul as a little lad. It warped my mind. It took more than five years of daily, hourly, active, intense work, using recovery to free myself from its grip.
"That's all it took?" you ask. Yes, luckier than someone who hit the jackpot at Las Vegas.
Feeling I needed to be without error was my history for more than thirty years. Was that a drag. My family heritage consisted in trying to achieve the impossible. We caught this mentality, not consciously taught at home.
This became the plight for many of us.When making a mistake, the first sentence written in today's post can be our mantra. It slays the dragon of being judgmental towards ourselves. This glorious sentence frees us to be a happier, more relaxed human being.
We will bask in the freedom from un-necessary self-imposed fears and being critical towards ourselves.Part of being a human is making mistakes. We are perfectly okay when we do. Realizing we are a perfect human being allows us to have an Attitude of Gratitude, enjoying a mind uncluttered from unnecessary anxiety and self-judgment.
Wishing you a marvelous, Monday, I know mine will be.
The Innkeeper
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