The pursuit of perfection, this elusive, seductive idea that convinces you, makes you believe you're close but you never quite get there, never good enough, this ever-moving target. We've heard the saying, "we are born to be happy and not perfect" I despise this phrase, I loathe it! Not because happiness is not a priority. This phrase sits in a weird area of my brain. Where all the things that make absolute sense when processed slowly are but the brain refuses to grasp. The thing is no matter how many times you hear these phrases and they resonate, a part of you will always rationalize why that saying is for others and not you. That the person who makes up these phrases must be lazy, lacks ambition and must relish mediocrity. If you have never thought of it like that, I have. Seeking perfection has left me self-deprecating and not in a cute kind of way, in the real sense of the phrase. It has started conversations with self that belittle, undermine and dis