pirfection.

I remember when I found out that my parents weren’t perfect. 

I resented them for it. 

So severely in fact that I didn’t want to claim them as my parents.

It’s so funny now as a dad.

The imperfection of it all and the hoping and praying that my imperfections don’t trigger a catalyst that creates long term damage.

As if our children couldn’t possibly cope with our imperfection.

Man, we need help.

To be completely knowledgeable of the non existence of perfection and act with certainty that everyone expects us to be perfect…

I underestimate my children’s capacity to understand.

My parents underestimated my capacity to understand.

To carry the mantle of perfection requires a complete dismantling of your integrity. 

An adoption of a permanent mask that while providing you the persona you wish for, slowly seeps poison into your bloodstream killing you with every deflection.

The poison causes us to hallucinate and fully embrace the persona…

Maybe, I am perfect and everyone else is just wrong.

What a prison perfection is. Rather the hopeless pursuit of it.

To willingly surrender your agency and compromise your authenticity. 

As humans we naturally repel perfection while at the same time, desiring to project it to anyone that will notice.

Most times push on the door that says pull.

I lose my glasses on top of my head.

I routinely have to remind myself “righty tighty lefty loosey.”

I nod my head in agreement with you and I have no idea what you’re talking about.

I almost set my house on fire because I forgot I had meat on the grill.

I have long since forgiven my parents.

I asked them why they felt the obligation to appear this way.

Just like every good parent, they told me that they didn’t want to let me down.

Attempting to be perfect does just that…

Let us down.

Because while you’re so busy being perfect, I am left alone to navigate a world through my own imperfections with no North Star.

Be open about your missteps, your wrong turns and outdated assumptions.  

Show your children, your friends, your team the capacity to evolve, to grow and to apologize when you’re wrong.

Or this moronic relationship with perfection will sever the relationships we cherish the most.