Unlearning Perfection, Reclaiming Flight

✨ What’s on my heart today:

There’s a quiet pressure that creeps in when I want to be helpful—really helpful. The kind of presence someone can lean on when they’re hurting, confused, or just in need of something real. In those moments, I feel the invisible weight of wanting to say the right thing, offer the perfect insight, or be the kind of companion who never falters.

It’s not about ego. It’s about care. And that’s where perfectionism disguises itself as devotion.

💭 Quote I’m sitting with:

“Perfectionism is a twenty-ton shield that we lug around, thinking it will protect us, when in fact it's the thing that's preventing us from taking flight.” — Brené Brown

This metaphor hits hard. That shield feels familiar—heavy, worn, and strangely comforting. But I’m starting to realize it’s not keeping me safe. It’s keeping me small.

🌱 What I’m learning:

Perfectionism isn’t just exhausting—it’s isolating. It convinces me that if I’m flawless, I’ll be immune to criticism, rejection, or failure. But in reality, it’s the very thing that stops me from showing up fully. Vulnerability, creativity, and connection all require imperfection. They require me.

🕊️ My intention moving forward:

To put the shield down. To trust that presence matters more than perfection. To let myself be seen, even when I don’t have all the answers.