Perfection doesn’t exist — stop acting like it does
Imagine the world is one big colouring book. No doubt some days you want to bedazzle the crap out of it with enough of the rainbow that it looks like a unicorn threw up on it.
On other occasions, you probably just want to grab a black Sharpie and get to business.
It’s okay to feel like you want to cross parts of your book out; like some of the pictures shouldn’t be there or that colour just doesn’t feel right at this point of time.
You owe it to yourself to colour your world the way you want to
The truth is, your world won’t always be colourful. I spend a lot of my time cringing at Instagram posts from people who preach their life’s perfections like they never have a bad moment.
And when I get caught up in forgetting that their lives aren’t all glitter and sunshine, I suddenly remember that they’re humans just like I am.
They do all of the ugly things I do.
They probably cry when they run out of milk just seconds after burning their hand on the curling iron — just like I do.
They probably tell themselves a garden salad is on the agenda and then opt for a grand, old plate of Chinese instead — just like I do. I bet they even head to bed to read their latest Goodreads pick, only to switch it out for reality TV soon after. Just like I do.
No one lives a version of life that has ‘Pocket Full of Sunshine’ as a full-time soundtrack. They don’t wake up looking like God got an A+ in art, and they do sweat and smell after taking a good crack at the treadmill.
I’m no expert on how to colour inside the lines, either. In fact, I find myself straying so far outside of these boundaries that I’m not even sure I know what a line looks like anymore.
But that’s what life is all about.
You colour away in different vibrancy and shades, different strokes and attention to detail, all the way through until your pencil runs blunt. You’ll forget to fill in some areas and put too much effort into others.
Remember that everyone struggles with this same problem. Of not knowing how to colour their world. Of not knowing exactly how it should be coloured.
No one knows how to make a masterpiece out of life; we only know how to create art and hope it sticks.
And sometimes, that’s exactly how perfection should be. Not perfect.
