Releasing the reins of my own perfection

I listened to Elyse Myer's podcast the other day. Her theme song is unfinished and she openly admits at the beginning that she wanted to make it perfect. That resonated with me in few things have––the paralysis that accompanies perfectionism. I expect myself to be perfect in many of the things that I do, this page being one of them. I thought for a long time that the writing that I put on here had to be eloquent, profound, and without any errors.

I began writing an email to my grandparents. I wanted to send photos with captions and explanations for what I was doing. I realized then that others might be interested as well. by shifting the audience of these blog posts from my own criticism, to my grandparents reading to learn more about my life here, I felt a sense of freedom––they all know that I'm imperfect. They know that my writing will inevitably have errors, but they love me because of those imperfections.

I am writing this post on the website itself––something that I would have never done before in hopes that it will push me to post unfinished pieces that give whoever is reading them a little insight into what's going on in my brain right now.

This post simply serves as a disclaimer that I am releasing myself and this blog from the perfectionism I once sought within it––so if you see typos, if the wording irritates you, or if pieces seem unfinished, I encourage you to consider that the posts wouldn't exist without them.