I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve reminded myself to do just that.

The problem is, I am a recovering addict. It’s not pretty and I’m a little ashamed to say I have a problem. I’m a perfectionist.

It usually manifests itself like this: I think it would be nice to do some kind of nice gesture or write an article or bring a friend a few fresh flowers I picked from my garden.

Sounds nice, right? The problem is, I can’t just stop there. I have a need to agonize over every written word or every single flower to make sure it is absolutely perfect before releasing to my intended beneficiary.

Sound familiar? EXHAUSTING, isn’t it??

What may help:

​A few years ago I had the pleasure of coaching two of my former employees as they were working toward bringing some of their personal goals to life. One evening, as I was giving them some examples of how I had made mistakes and personal failures, one of them said to me: “Lisa, we’ve know you for more than ten years and this is the first time you’ve been vulnerable with us. I can’t tell you how much more approachable you seem now.

Wow, I had spent countless years trying to show strength and hide my “flaws” so that people would think I was good enough. The irony is that the act of trying to be perfect is in fact imperfect!

Keep in mind, quiet confidence and subtle vulnerability are far more attractive than the relentless pursuit of perfection.

Good news! You can stop the madness and be good to yourself -– your “good” is probably better than anyone else’s “great” any day!

May you Work, Play, and Live . . . InBliss!™