You are worthy; we all are.
You can’t tell me a little newborn baby is not worthy.
We all were that!
Perfectionism is a form of unworthiness, a particularly insidious form.
In the name of correctness, it wields heavy blows.
It accepts no one–not you nor me–as adequate; in the eyes of perfectionism, nothing can ever measure up.
However, playing with precision in something you care about is not perfectionism.
Free and joyful expressions, with whatever precision you’re capable of in the moment, celebrates and appreciates life’s expansiveness, and its complexities and nuances.
It is a tool to free yourself of perfectionism, one to openly explore this marvelous life.
The Every Day Yogi 