Hi. I’m Cailen, and I’m a recovering perfectionist.

Recovering in the sense that it’s my still my default mode, but I’m shining consciousness on it, creating space around it, and loosening my perfectionist death-grip. (Ugh. If I could only be better at letting go! That’s a perfectionist joke.)

Perfectionism is rigid. Hard. Cold. It feels like an ever-tightening grip. A breath held.

The opposite?

An exhale. Warmth. Softening. Flexibility. Support.

Ahhh…support.

Why does asking for the support we need feel so unnatural?

Maybe because we were told (by society, school, friends, family, whoever) to be well-rounded. To push through. To do it ourselves. To pay our dues. read more >>>

Source : HuffingtonPost.Com