The Intent is what matters, not perfection. | Writer & Author Teresa Little
Sounds easy, doesn't it? The Universe keeps sending me this sound bite and today I found myself writing it to another but the message was equally (if not more so) meant for me. I am a perfectionist. If I were to give thought to the reason why it boils down to a simple sauce of belief and a need to finish with the gold star firmly planted on my chest. Perfection to me is equated with the words: a polished finish. One cannot reproduce a higher standard and really who wouldn't like that? Yet my need for coloring inside the lines and having that perfectly straight handheld scissor cut are rooted in a dislike of chaos. (Ironic and fitting considering much of my life has been a lesson in the changes and beauty chaos brings.) It is also about the need to please, myself and others and do my best. Weren't we taught that as kids? However in my desire for the gold star I forgot that it is intention that propels us forward. Intention lives in our thoughts and actions. It is a state of being like