When I saw this word scrawled across the top of one of my papers in college, I instantly felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. From my earliest days, perfection was the goal in every aspect of my life. When my 5th grade art teacher gave me a "B" for the semester, I remember telling my mother that "B is for Bad, and I don't get B's!"
Little did I know how being a perfectionist would come back to haunt me in later years, when anxiety almost crippled me and I didn't know how to reconcile the fact that I was not, indeed, perfect.
Many therapy sessions and years of work on my self-worth have helped my perfectionism become grace. Grace given to myself that I usually saved up for others. I know that I am not perfect (far from it!) and I know that I still have value and worth. I can still contribute. I can still have an impact.
And I refuse to be paralyzed by the grip of perfectionism anymore.
If I can help you with the anxiety and fear that comes with perfectionism, please reach out. Call me at (816) 200-7626 or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.