#reverb13 is a prompt-a-day series for the month of December designed to reflect on 2013 and project on hopes and dreams for 2014. Through December 31st Meredith, Kat and I will post each day with a new prompt. Join us by writing, or join us by reading. Follow us on Twitter @project_reverb and hashtag #reverb13. Let’s reverb.
At the finish: What’s next for you?
I’m a firm believer than you can have a fresh start anytime you want one. It doesn’t have to be January 1 or a Monday or the 1st of the month. Anytime’s a good time.
But I do love the feeling of January 1 because it feels like a blank slate. A good time to evaluate what worked for me last year. And what just didn’t work out very well.
What didn’t work out so well was being a perfectionist. I do this thing where I believe that if I can’t do it perfectly, well then I’m not going to do it! Since I’m rarely perfect at the start of anything (Unless we’re talking starting a carton of ice cream. That I do well.), one can see how being so perfect limits me to just about nothing.
If I can’t write the perfect blog post, I won’t publish it.
That set of pictures I took turned out overexposed, so I’m not taking any more photos.
The bread I tried to make turned out like a hockey puck, so I’m not making any more bread.
When I tried that eyeshadow kit, it looked liked I got punched in the eye, so I’m done with eyeshadow.
I’ll show you, life! I won’t do anything!
So being perfect hasn’t worked out.
But being imperfect is going pretty good.
Teaching group fitness helped me get over being perfect pretty quick. Here’s a secret: I don’t ever teach a perfect class. I make a choreography error here and there. I didn’t get as deep as possible into a squat. I said glutes when I meant abs.
But here’s the thing: I keep teaching anyway.
I figure, if I like teaching (which I do) then I’ve got to accept that I won’t be perfect. I will always try my very best. But I’m human and humans make mistakes.
And here’s the other thing: I learn, I improve, I get better. I continually put myself in the arena and try again. Somehow knowing that flawless execution is impossible, I feel freed. I’m a woman, not a machine.
So accepting imperfection and continuing to try my best has worked out. I’m pushing myself to try more and more and more things, even if I don’t get the greatest results at first. I’ve got some new things I’m going to try right here on this blog. So expect some new types of content. Expect some vulnerability. Just don’t expect perfection because she doesn’t live here any more.