Someone once told me that the worst critic we have is the one inside ourself. For me this is very true. I try to keep ahead of that voice but there are days when it screams harshly at me and drowns out any positive thought I can throw at it. Without the impetus of outside factors I strain for that ever-elusive ideal called Perfection. Yes, I know it is unobtainable. Not just for me, but for everyone.
I wish I how to shut the door for good on that quest for an impossible standard. I want to be able to give myself permission to accept my imperfection. To not see it as failure but as an unavoidable part of the human condition.
Perfection. What a waste of time. In looking for something that doesn't exist, I miss the here and now. I lose the moment. I deny what it is that makes me the person that I am.
So, instead of chasing something that contradicts reality, I need to focus my energies on a full immersion in the moment-- every moment. The joy of running a mile. Hugging a pet. Reading a good book. Drinking a Diet Pepsi. Talking on the phone to a friend for hours on end. Because that's where true happiness lives.
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