Practices of Imperfection (new series)

I participate in the ‘imperfect prose‘ link-up weekly. I devoured The Gifts of Imperfection. I get it: Perfectionism is poison. But as much as I love the idea of imperfection, of letting go of comparison, of giving up the myth of the perfect mother/wife/friend/daughter/body/blog post/book, I’m not very good at it.

I mean, I am. I’m perfectly good at imperfection, because everything I do is imperfect, just like everyone else.

What I’m not very good at is accepting imperfection as a gift and not a curse.

That’s why I’m starting a new, weekly blog post series here: Practices of Imperfection. (I would love to spell it “practises” like my friend Sarah, because isn’t it so romantic and poetic and just… prettier? but everyone knows I’m not Canadian (though darn close, geographically speaking) and I can’t pull that off.)

Practices of Imperfection

I do certain things that are deliberate and willful practices of imperfection, like gardening (next week’s post). But there are many others (mothering, cleaning, eating right, managing money, writing, even resting!) where the ample evidence of my imperfection can send me spiraling or mentally kicking my own shins.

My rational mind has embraced a healthier perspective of imperfection, but old habits die hard. There are certain roles and tasks that still carry the heavy cloak of expectation, and there are days when I feel all but crushed beneath it. But my heart also knows that if I embrace myself as I am, imperfection included (and celebrated), life will become richer and more beautiful. My hope is that reciting these practices of imperfection will help my reactionary brain (and my heart) move into healing.

In the series, I’ll explore current practices (intentional and not), as well as discovering new ways to embrace imperfection in all areas of life.

After all, how am I going to be good at imperfection if I don’t practice?

Here’s the other part of this series:

I know I won’t be able to do this alone, nor will I come up with every creative idea for practicing imperfection. Being imperfect happens in community, and we can celebrate it more completely when we’re vulnerable and open about where we fall short. I would love to hear from you. I need your ideas, your insights, your wisdom to help guide this journey.

What practices of imperfection have spoken to you? How have you embraced your imperfection and moved your heart into new belief?

I’ll keep asking similar questions each week, too. I look forward to learning from you.

  • Stacey

    Came over from a link on twitter (where I will soon follow you) but i love this idea. I am looking forward to your series.

    • http://www.kimvanbrunt.com Kim Van Brunt

      Thanks so much for joining me, Stacey! Looking forward to being imperfect together.

  • http://www.somuchshoutingsomuchlaughter.com/ suzannah | the smitten word

    to the messy imperfect!

    really, i’m good at imperfect and low-key. it’s the disciplined action i need more of! we should mentor each other;)

  • http://www.emilywierenga.com imperfect prose

    WOOOT! i love this idea kim. can’t wait to see what unfolds. i have to say, the practice of motherhood has really helped me embrace my imperfections :) kids are so gracious and forgiving.

  • http://www.sdanddoublee.blogspot.com stacey

    I just got that book in the mail. And I just discovered Sarah’s blog the other day when someone told me to read her post about why she blogs. Loved it. :)

    Can’t wait to read this series, Kim! Honestly I think the biggest struggle with imperfection as of late is dealing with Evie as she struggles through school. I was a good student. School was always pretty easy for me. Seeing her struggle has been so hard and often has me questioning myself as a parent….I’m not doing enough with her, I’m not creative enough with thinking of ideas to help her to learn, I’m not patient enough when I see her screw up. Trying to learn that I don’t have to be the perfect teacher for her, that she is different than me, that she doesn’t need to be the perfect student. Sigh. :)