protesting perfection...

My name is jag.
I'm a recovering perfectionist.

Seeking perfection has often served me well... however, more often than not, it has robbed me of experience. The true, messy, growth-full kind of experience that allows us to find joy, and satisfaction, and disappointment, and pain, and authenticity.

I have prided myself on being good at what I do. There's nothing inherently wrong with that... however, I have often avoided engaging in things that I didn't think I'd be good at. Things like dancing, or golf, or painting, or roller-blading, or karaoke. I'd try it once, maybe twice. It didn't come naturally, so I'd stop... I'd walk away convincing myself that I didn't really like it anyway.

I'm loving being in my 40s because I've finally decided that perfection is highly overrated. It's simply unattainable and is not mine to behold. I am fully embracing my beautiful imperfection. This is why I've decided to join The Perfect Protest!

If you feel like saying ENOUGH ALREADY!, why don't you join in the protest too? Stand up to the unrealistic expectations imposed by society, others and - most importantly - ourselves.

I'm not perfect, but I am excellent!

Join in the protest - let your imperfection and true-ness shine...

-simply jag


Here's to us, Babe...



"It takes no time to fall in love, but it takes years to know what Love is." - Jason Mraz