
Yesterday, I mentioned Brené Brown’s new blog post:
The Perfect Protest.
My whole life, I’ve been plagued with the desire, need, mandatory-ness of being perfect. Or at least, I always felt that it was mandatory for me to strive for it. Since it is, frankly, damn impossible for anyone to be perfect, and even more impossible for myself to be, I was constantly in the mode of self-frustration, self-loathing, self-disgust, etc.
In fact, this song could have been my anthem for myself growing up:
You all know that I admire Brené and her work tremendously. You know that her book, “