“Hello. My name is Erica and I am a paralyzed perfectionist.”
The year was 1988. My friend and I playfully jumped on a tiny, Jane Fonda-type exercise trampoline. We decided to make the most of our time by multi-tasking, (I assume this was my leading) and alternated between “feelin’ the burn” and the artistic expression of sequentially drawing a face using crayons on a piece of paper nearby.
One jump. One facial feature added to the masterpiece.
Just call me “Rembrandt Simmons.”
I drew a pretty, egg-shaped head. Nice.
She added the eyes. (Between you and me, it was pretty good, but nothing to brag to Grandma about.)
I added ears.
She added a triangle-shaped nose.
Everyone knows a triangle nose is too harsh! A simple, rounded nose is what this image called for! I was mortified at her lack of spacial recognition- we needed softer lines!! As I surveyed her work, I shook my head disapprovingly. I couldn’t even hang this disaster on the fridge. It was then that I let her know just what I thought of her contribution to our work, how far she was from perfection:
I gave her a piece of my mind and tore the picture into tiny shreds.
Now, some of you are mortified by my harsh reaction, worried for that girl’s feelings.
The rest of you, my sweet darlings, nodding your head in sympathetic understanding of my plight, YOU are PERFECTIONISTS.
I used to believe,
this morning years ago, that there was a “perfect” way to do everything. Yes, we all have different methods, but I believed only I possessed the “God-ordained, light-from-heaven, chorus-of-angels” plan for whatever we were all trying to accomplish.
God help anyone trying to measure up to that.
It’s no wonder I am paralyzed by perfection! This pressure, a virtual vise clamp around my goals, squeezing tighter until the perfect seal is created, stops me dead in my tracks. My good intentions to create the “Best Thing EVAH!!” turn into hard-hitting blows that knock the motivational “wind” right out of me.
How can something seemingly good become so crippling?
If there is anything that stands in stark contrast to the Christian life, it is perfectionism.
Unfortunately, the method and outcome becomes more essential than the act itself. God offers us the freedom to color outside the lines and forge our own path. Perfection allows for neither of these. God wants us to be uniquely ourselves, not a clone of someone else’s ideal. Breaking the mold isn’t easy, but when we do, what takes shape is a messy, crayon-scribbled face that God wants to hang on His fridge, pointy nose and all.
Life isn’t meant to be perfect, but it is who we are, and LIFE is worthy of attempting.
I choose to believe that while I may not be perfect in the pursuit, the path with be perfectly suited.
God wants to keep me in a state of dependence at all times and that is why He asks us to do the uncomfortable and scary-
it reminds us how small we are and how big He is.
So you have a big dream, but you are paralyzed by a need for perfection. How do you overcome your fear and start moving?
Remember His grace, and extend it to yourself. John 1:16 says, “God is full of grace. From him we have all received grace in place of the grace already given.” If God can forgive your imperfections, you can certainly forgive yourself.
Be an individual. Allow others to be themselves.
Can we all give up the need to be perfect, and instead, be human?
My friend, Mary Carver, understands how perfectionism can stagnate our faith. Check out her thoughts at www.givinguponperfect.com as she blogs through her journey.