“We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us–that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect.” ― Emilio Estevez
my striving for “perfection” started long before i stepped into motherhood.
those early years of yoga proved to ignite this unspoken desire to look/do/act/be perfect, no matter how silly it sounded or how much i may have denied that was my goal. yoga some how brings that out in us. maybe it’s the ego fighting to keep control. maybe it is just innate in our western culture. maybe we just all grew up competing so we bring it to the table in every thing we do.
creating the perfect shapes, making vinyasa look easy. perfecting asana in record time.
these bits of the practice are so counterintuitive to what yoga really is, being present with right now. sure having “goals” isn’t necessarily bad. in fact, working hard and practicing daily is great. having pressure to “succeed” or striving for some sense of perfect is when this idea of goals can go terribly wrong. whether it be being in the perfect downward facing dog or emit the perfect vision of a together mom, ignoring our imperfection can lead to disaster.
no one is perfect.
period. end of story.
when we accept our imperfection, wearing them like a crown or at least not hiding them, this is when we can really live a content life, live our practice, and just be able to see things as they are and not as we are. every one, every single human, has imperfections. we all are working on our own shit. we all have cracks, but that is where our light shines through. our imperfections are what make us beautiful. make us wonderful. make us human. how can you embrace your imperfection today?