Have you ever had your life get flipped, turned upside down? No, really, my fellow recovering perfectionist – I want to know. This isn’t just an excuse to quote the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song.

I want to know if you’ve had every shred of confidence swept away. I want to know if you’ve stood in the clearing, terrified of the emptiness around you.

And most of all, I want to know if you’ve come through stronger than you were before.

A Recovering Perfectionist, Unmasked

When I first started this site in January 2011, I wrote for a clearly-defined group: caregivers of people with disabilities. But when I transitioned out of my caregiving role, my stories changed.

And when that shift happened, I didn’t put a new ‘label’ on our readership. I did that in part because people are too rich and complex for labels. But the deeper truth is that I was afraid.

I was afraid of getting you ‘wrong’. I was afraid of letting you down. I was afraid of making a mistake.

Who Is Your Blog For?

During a recent meeting of The Luminaries Club, my brilliant friend and mentor Jen Gresham asked me a simple question: “Who is your blog for?”

Though I tried, I couldn’t find the ‘right’ words to describe you, dear friends. And when my words faltered, doubts poured in.

Follow the twisted logic with me: maybe because I didn’t have this one answer meant I didn’t have any answers. And because I didn’t have any answers, I also didn’t have anything to give. And if I didn’t have anything to give, then three and a half years of labor and love were wasted. And if that was the case, then I was a failure.

This is the most dangerous moment for us as recovering perfectionists: when we move from, “Man, I messed that up,” to “I am a mess.” It’s the shift from fact to fiction, really. It happens when we take a misstep too seriously, when we read every error as an indictment.

It’s easy to jump to negative conclusions about ourselves. What’s really hard (and really important) is to stay calm instead. To say, “I don’t know the answer, and that feels so scary! It’s tempting to think that I’m a failure. But realistically, I know better. I’m resourceful and resilient. With some time and some help, I’ll figure it out.”  

Recovering Perfectionists Unite

By the end of the Luminaries Club meeting, I’d received a helpful assignment: to take time to discover what characterizes our readership here at A Wish Come Clear.

So I spent a weekend rereading the archives and especially your comments. I felt lost and afraid, but I kept asking: what common thread binds us together? These are just a few of the powerful comments I reread:

“I’m such a perfectionist. It certainly is something that I’ve been dealing with all my life so I relate to your post. I’m working on being free … Thanks for sharing your story. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one.” – Joanne

“I’ve started my own blog … and I’ve been so intimidated and discouraged. My theme is embracing imperfect motherhood. So many mothers today try so hard to be perfect, for fear of ruining their children, that they burn out. They’re miserable. I know because I’ve been there and I’m still trying to escape that mindset … ” – Nicolia

“Caroline, I used the ‘p’ word (perfectionist) a few hours ago …. Your post is so timely it is almost magical/miraculous … . There are no coincidences; this is a reminder. Thankfully I’m learning to allow the ‘perfectionist’ to have its say as I simply carry on.” – Kathy

“Grace. I have been thinking about that a lot this year. Mostly because I am so bad at giving it yet I know I must …. I am working on it. Imperfectly, as we all are imperfect. So I must also give my perfectionist self some grace.” – Jeanne

“Grace has set me free – free from striving to be good enough, or smart enough, or religious enough, or any of the other futile things I often pursue. Grace is what I strive to fill our home with, and I’m pretty convinced that we all need heaps and heaps of grace, each and every day.” – Haynes

A Purposeful Mistake

Your words called to mind this story (now featured on our revised About page) …

In certain Native American traditions, artisans weave small, purposeful mistakes into each blanket. Why? Because they believe that the mistake is the very place that allows Spirit to move in and out of the fabric.

And that’s exactly what perfectionists like us need to hear.

A Wish Come Clear is a place for recovering perfectionists, for those of us who get lost in unrealistic expectations, criticism, and shame.

The phrase A Wish Come Clear is my brother Willie’s brainchild, and it showcases his favorite kind of humor: purposeful mistakes. From the beginning, this purposeful mistake of a blog has been a space through which Spirit moves.

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What I Have to Offer

We encounter perfectionism in our own particular ways; the trait expresses itself differently in each person. We may enjoy perfectionism’s benefits (focus, determination), even as we cope with its drawbacks (self-deprecation, discouragement).

We may be fairly relaxed in one area and totally overwhelmed in another. We may be able to laugh at dust bunnies and dirty laundry even as we cry over any grade that isn’t an A+.

Personally, I struggle with perfectionism in my relationships, physical health, and work. (At least I can laugh at dust bunnies.) In these three areas, learning to let go is a lifelong task.

That’s why I share stories of how to let go of perfectionism and embrace people: in part because it’s a vital skill, but mostly because I have lots of experience getting it wrong. What I have to offer you is my own weakness.

All those fears of failure, all that intense pressure to ‘get it right’ … the struggle itself has showed me the way to serve. As ever, what you’re going through is what you have to give.

Our Shared Struggle

We are in this together; perfectionism is our shared struggle. In fact, I’m struggling to press publish on this post, because I’m not sure if it’s good enough. But I’m doing it anyway, because we can’t wait for ideal conditions to start being brave.

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