We use perfectionism to excuse insecurity, to cover up fear and allow for playing small.
We use perfectionism in a bid to ward off failure, to protect ourselves from judgement, to keep us on course for achieving the standard ‘they’ expect.
We use it to hold back disappointment and hang onto belief, belief that you can do, say and be everything exactly as you need to.
To be accepted, praised, recognised, validated, approved of.
We keep striving for the ultimate achievement, for the perfect accomplishment.
But when we get to perfect will we know we have reached our destination?
Is there a gatekeeper who will recognise our perfection and tell us we have arrived, that we have achieved that which we have spent so much time, effort and mental energy on trying to create?