Maybe It Wasn’t Meant to Be Perfect

Maybe We’re Overthinking It.

For a while, I felt like I needed to be perfect.

Perfectly consistent. Perfectly put together. Perfectly… everything.

Like there was a version of me I was supposed to be working toward ~ one I just hadn’t figured out yet.

Because of that, I think I held back more than I realized. Like maybe I wasn’t doing enough, or being consistent enough, or doing things the “right” way.

I was so worried about perfection that I didn’t always show up, missing out on things I would have loved. And I think a lot of us do that without even realizing it.

At some point, that just got exhausting.

Trying to figure out what I “should” be doing, how it was all supposed to look, or what even made the most sense.

Eventually, I kind of just stopped trying to figure it all out. Not in some big, dramatic way ~ I just stopped overthinking it.

I started doing the things I actually enjoy.

Not worrying as much about how it looked or whether it all made sense. Just doing things I enjoy and letting that be enough.

That’s when things started to feel different.

Instead of wondering if I was doing everything “right,” I started doing the things that actually made me happy. I felt lighter.

I’m still figuring things out.

It just doesn’t feel as heavy now. I’m not overthinking every little thing, and I’m not trying to fit everything into one perfect box.

I’m just doing the things I actually enjoy ~ sharing what excites me and leaning into what makes me happy.

And somewhere in there, things just started to feel right.

And that felt better than trying to get it perfect.

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