... in not being a perfectionist
I am not a perfectionist, although a sign that I may in fact, be a perfectionist is that I identify as not being a perfectionist, i.e. am aware of my own flaws. I am quite self-critical.
However, I read an article recently about something terrifying called ‘The Instagram Face’ a make-up trend which means people pour time into putting on make-up in a certain way so they look good on Instagram, all for what the article points out is a ‘dopamine hit’ produced by other people's positive reaction online. (This was not an attack on make-up in general by the way, in fact the article's author uses make up regularly, but not to this degree. It is about a particular attitude to your personal appearance, verging on the obsessive, and all to create an appearance that’s quite estranged from reality.)
I was suddenly really grateful for what could be described as my complete disregard for my personal appearance. I run a brush through my hair (3 seconds), brush my teeth (hygiene) and walk out of the house before checking if my shoes look shiny. Thankfully, I work in a place where I won’t be judged much for that, my husband and family love me for who I am and my friends have either given up on changing me or are also fond of me just the same.
But it's a bit more than just about appearances, as we should all do what's right for us, whatever that is. It's about how to draw that line between 'this can be improved' and 'perfection'. Knowing when and how to let something go is an important thing for how we feel. Being aware of our imperfections but being able to live with them is a good thing in the way we relate to other people, who have their own set of imperfections.
I’m pleased that God made me self-critical and reflective about my personality, but that he also gave me the ability to know when to just let it go.