Fledgling flaws and freedom..
This blog is still a sapling,
yet my eyes are hungry for
strong leafy branches with
round, ripe fruit.
I’m being stalked by an old nemesis
….perfectionism biting at my ankles.
Rather than have my fledgling wings
go numb with paralysis,
I’m stretching them out….defiant.
I won’t get too thinky about this.
There is deep gentleness and patience needed
in order for living things to thrive.
And I want aliveness,
not a plastic performance.
And so I wait
for help to come,
for my weak and gimpy parts to grow
So what if I’m still lost in blogworld…
wandering around and enjoying the sights but all
out of sorts over gadgets and templates and such.
These are STILL gorgeous strawberry fields
and even sticky fingers and stains
don’t sour the berries.
It’s all sweet.
I can be ridiculously glad
even when my slip is showing.
perfectionism robs us of so much beauty and joy … I'm glad you are reaching out … your vision is lovely
Love this post, it made me chuckle. I had an awaking where perfectionism is concerned myself. I realized that I'm not a perfectionist after all these years of trying to make myself into one! Can you say liberating.
Jen, thank you ever so much for such a compassionate comment you left me. Yes, what you said was conveyed perfectly. I appreciate you sharing from you heart.
Great post. I struggle with trying to be perfect in order not to be criticized and shamed. Thank you and blessings.
The perfectionism, the intensity attached to the blog learning curve… oh, yes, an everydayness of life that I'd like to strangle. With kindness, of course.
Oh, to walk around Macy's with my slip showing…such wildness! One summer day just a few years ago when I allowed myself the freedom to wear a sleevless blouse in public was my day of liveration…oops…liberation! I've never looked back! Thank you for your earthy words of freedom.
Barbie dolls are perfect…no thanks!
Your artwork is vibrant and unique. Also I like the name for your blog.