Like many other, for me, perfection has always felt like a goal worth chasing. By definition, it’s “the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.” And even though I know perfection is unattainable, I sometimes still strive for it. I dwell on my flaws and try to fix stuff that’s beyond my control. Part of me believes that if I could just fix everything, I’d finally feel safe, loved, and accepted. But here’s what I’m learning: I’m free to be whole, not perfect. Wholeness isn’t about fixing my flaws—it’s about…
