Better, faster, smarter, prettier, funnier, nicer, what is it with this continuous mind searching struggle for perfection. Why does this thought keeps popping up that everything needs to be perfect before it is good enough. Honestly, I know better. There are heaps of well-working brain cells in my head that know that I do not need to be perfect to be me. But the mind-fucks are still there. Mainly when I am tired and have not been writing a lot. It can be triggered by the smallest remark of someone or the tiniest encounter. It is the translation in my head that makes me struggle to set myself straight.
In the course of time though, I am getting better to accept my imperfections. They are all part of the girl that is me. Once these thoughts come up in my head, I manage to set them aside and look at what I have and who I am. I write about the amazing life I live and how blessed I am to be living it. Accepting my imperfections is a struggle on its own sometimes but well worth it. It is part of the journey to become the best version of myself. In the end, accepting myself with all the good and the “bad” is actually one of the biggest milestones on that journey.