Am I perfect? am I worth existing with all those frality? how to make me flawless. These are the hitches bemusing in your mind. Yes, I too have all those commotions buzzing on my sense. I get obsessed, I feel agitated, I keep beating the dead horse. A good number of people on the Earth are giving their best shot every day or the other to become perfect but quite a few succeed in finding perfection in their imperfection.
Imperfection is a beauty. Madness is genius. It is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring -Marilyn Monroe

Imperfection is not a disease to get dreaded. But if you take it deeply to your heart it might kill you before the disease can do. They say being perfect is an art but you know what, being imperfect is an art because it enlightens to catch sight of your flaws. When you start to tame the art you start to see your perfection. A person can never be all the way perfect. Every Tom has their own imperfections, clay feet and shades of grey. Someone who is being perfect doesn’t achieve everything, synchronously with someone who is being imperfect doesn’t lose anything.

I become highly hung up on when I fall flat to do things as planned. Or maybe I can phrase it in the way, I fail to plan things. I commit myself to sketch the big picture for today’s week in the journal and ought to follow religiously. But I kept on postponing, a few hours later, might be tonight, might be tomorrow. How long I postpone is, until I become restless about not doing it. Eventually, I get daunted, I start moaning about things around me and about myself. Lastly, I cease to do the work I planned. At the end of the day, we are humans. We are nurtured to lay eyes on the negative in the first place. Exactly that is what I ended up doing when I failed to do things.

Since when I started my blog I sought to put whole my efforts and deliver a quality content. I habitually clutch a journal along with me. When you jot down things on a piece of paper rather than having in your mind has a major impact on my work personally. Supposing I plan to post on the blog once a week like Friday. The plotting starts from Monday

Day 1 Choose the topic

Day2 Start writing the rough draft

Day3 Complete the rough draft

Day4 Complete the main copy

Day5 Publish the content

That is what I would have planned but unfortunately, the imperfectionist inside me didn’t allow to decide on the topic until day3. I became anxious, wondering I have just a day more to wrap up the whole of my work. To my astoundment, I put into effect all the segregated work in a day and published on the following day. There came out my perfectionist. Little did I know I can write a content in a brief time. I am a newbie to writing, I assumed I had a need for a long time to write but that day was a realization for me. I realized the new capability of mine against my imperfection.

People who know me personally know what a bug I am. For the mobile bill payment, I wait until the last ditch but my friend insists on to do it once the bill is generated. I nod to do it but fail to. Monthly the synonyms things happen and there are few others like forgetting things even though reminded about it various times, doing things oftentimes which she doesn’t want me to do. I and my friend share most of the time in a day. We tussle and argue about it.

Though I pay my bills at the last ditch I never forget to pay it

Though I clean forget to do things which were emphasized over and over I never failed to do things which were said only once

Though I did things which she doesn’t want to do, it has not harmed us

I forgave myself. Don’t be hard on yourself. You deserve head and shoulder above. Forever being a perfectionist makes your life uninterested. In a relationship don’t try to find a perfectionist rather than a loving better half. Everyone has their own flaws. Tame the art of finding the perfection in imperfection. When both of you wanted to run a perfect life there ruins your life. Fight about it, argue about it, later hug, cuddle and get back together that is the perfect relationship. Being imperfect at countless things is nothing at fault but not chiseling you from your imperfection is the biggest screw-up you do. So when things go wrong, chill up, relax, get back and see what has gone right because of the blunder you have caused. We tug hard for perfection but we forget that imperfection is happiness.

xoxo,
Mita