Something in our garden has been happily munching holes in our silverbeet.

I don’t mind sharing, I guess.

Why is sharing so hard sometimes? For me, in this instance, I know it’s because (I’m a bit horrified to admit) that I like things to be perfect.

I know nothing is perfect and it’s an impossible ideal to strive for.

And a terrible expectation to put on yourself and/or others.

But still, it’s something I know about me. I’m sure it’s learnt behaviour from a multitude of life experiences.

Maybe being one of four children and vying for parental attention? Getting that much desired sticker in primary school for colouring inside the lines? Or popular culture telling us we’re only loveable if we look like one of those beautiful people who grace the front of magazines?

Gosh when I write that it makes me think everyone must have the same issue, surely? We all wanted the sticker, so we all tried to colour inside the lines, right?

But I know it’s not true, there are people who know they are loveable as their imperfect selves.

And deserve success even if they have made mistakes.

And would never impose a need to be perfect on another person.

Do we strive for perfection because we are looking for approval/validation?

But hold on, I can give that to myself!

And I can teach my daughter she can give it to herself too!

It might be a challenge to overcome a life time of conditioning, but I like challenges, I like the end game, success, but that can be another thought for another post, another day.

You are enough and you are loved. Have a wonderful day!

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