We have all heard Pretty Hurts music by Beyoncé, right? If you haven’t click here
In the video a man asks her, “whats your aspiration in life?” She responds saying “… to be happy”
Now in this video Beyoncé is talking about the exterior beauty and in the song she sings, “Perfection is a disease of a nation …we try to fix something but you can’t fix what you can’t see it’s the soul that needs the surgery”
I struggle with perfection, and I’m not talking about the exterior beauty, although I do struggle with that also (that’s another story.) In today’s world we get bombarded with the perfect picture of that perfect clean house, with their well behaved two year old who knows how to sing Happy Birthday and eats pasta like a 30-year-old. I love Pinterest don’t get me wrong, but have you ever tried to copy a recipe or a DIY or a make-up look and completely fail? Magazines will only print the touched up, and final edited version of they choose to show you. I don’t blame the magazines or anyone else for that mater, I blame myself. I know that what I see in the magazines is not “REAL”, so why do I try to compete with it? The battle is within me, with the women in the mirror.
This year one of my resolutions is to let go of perfection, and MY GOSH is it hard! I have OCD about everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. Everyday is a battle with all my silly “To Do’s” and making sure that everything is perfect down to the bathroom rug being straight (Yes you read that right, I have this illusion that my house needs to look like I don’t have anyone living in it). I feel like I am constantly drowning myself and wasting my time on petty stuff. Like seriously, do I really need to wipe my walls and those little fingerprints on it every week? No I don’t. Or do I really have to reorganize things that are already organized? No. As you can see I have this need that the house always has to be clean, dinner made every night, laundry always done, floor always clean.
Worst of all is I have this unrealistic expectation on my kids, that they should act like little angles, and nothing short of it. Don’t they dare throw a tantrum in the grocery or else I have failed as a parent. What kind of example am I leaving my kids? What a foolish expectation. I would hate for my kids to grow up thinking that they have to be perfect, because they aren’t and, I love them just the way they are!
I have made a vow to God that in 2015 I’m letting go of perfection, and the idea of it. Letting go of the OCD and the need to have everything look like a magazine picture. Everyday I’m learning to embrace the craziness and to find the beauty in it. I won’t ever get this day back, so I need to spend my time wisely, and spend my energy on what matters. I will always be a neat freak, but at least now I won’t need to mop the floors everyday. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulder. Things take a little bit longer to get done now, and that’s OKAY, because I’m investing in what really matters… LIFE and not the things I’ll leave behind.