I'm writing a blog post today which shamelessly expands on a topic discussed by Brene Brown (you can listen to interview she gave on my new favourite podcast - Being Boss - here), where she delves i into the conversation about the difference between perfectionism and striving (the former being not great, with the latter apparently better). She makes the point that being 'perfect' in the world will not protect you from shame, hurt, vulnerability or heartache, because those conditions are universal to all humans.
She further captures this concept of being perfect by saying that it's akin to carrying around a 20 tonne shield. Exhausting, right? To differentiate between these things, she notes that perfectionism is (amongst other things) something that we do for others. To appear a certain way.
I get this. Hard. I carry around that shield, lugging it from home to work to the gym to the shops and to see friends and with my daughter. It's bloody tiring and at it's hard, it's about avoidance - avoidance of those feelings of shame, vulnerability and failure. That if I keep running and striving and trying that I will be immune from those feelings.
I try now to distinguish this from striving for personal reasons. To realise your potential, to feel as though you're aligned with your values, to feel as though you're working with purpose. Those are all intrinsic motivations, things that are special to me but may or may not please others.
It's often very hard to focus on these things. In a world where we are more attune than ever to others' opinions of us, and more attune to others living in their world of striving or perfectionism, it can be really hard to justify doing things just because you're intrinsically motivated to do them.
In any case, this is how I define the difference between striving and perfectionism. The former is what I do to realise my potential, the latter is something that I do to keep my head above water and be 'seen' by others. It's a fool's errand as well. Because you pursue perfectionism thinking that there will be a magic point at which 'perfectionism' will be achieved - when you've lost that weight, redone your kitchen, cleaned the laundry - and it won't. There will always be more, and you / I will never be done with it. It becomes insidious.
So how to unhook from this? I'm about to read Brene's book the Gifts of Imperfection... stay tuned.
