The Intent is what matters, not perfection.

UntitledSounds 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 life that is usually messy, off balance and all about the moment not the outcome. With intention I move freely without restriction, I am free to see where coloring outside the lines will take me and can move to the next stages of a task without the pressure of making a mistake.

So if you find yourself more focused on perfecting the task at hand instead of enjoying the process remember that it is your intention that matters, not the goal of perfection.

About Teresa Little

A writer by nature, Teresa Little spends her free time working with words. Her current work in progress is Ring Around the Rosie with a publication date slated for January 2019. Finicky Eater, about a rather cranky suicidal vampire named Kasha is on hold.

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