Letting Go of Perfect and Embracing the Mess

It’s in the mess that the magic happens

The first sport I ever loved was gymnastics. And I didn’t just dabble. I competed in gymnastics until I was 15 years old, spending hours and hours in the gym practicing and training myself to be perfect.

If you’ve ever done a sport like gymnastics then you know that the repetition and the drive to be perfect is endless. And you know that with perfect, there’s no room for error. And even if you do it perfectly, the next step is to do it over and over again until you have the muscle memory to do it perfectly under any circumstances including in competition.

Given this history, it’s no surprise that I grew up striving for perfection in everything, only to realize at 40 years old that it was holding me back from the life I wanted.