I just got out of a hot bath. I put a few drops of lavender essential oil and a few more drops of ylang ylang essential oil in the tub, stirred it around, and lowered myself into the steamy, hot water. Then I looked around at my bathroom and noticed some spots that needed cleaning. I felt annoyed by the clutter I had allowed to gather on my bathroom counter. Even as I smelled the delicious scents of my aromatherapy, I was busy judging my surroundings.
Then I realized – my perfectionism stops me from enjoying the small moments of joy that I create for myself. I decided, right then and there, in my clean bathtub within a messy bathroom, that I would be okay with this moment’s imperfections.
Instead of imagining what my ideal bathroom looks like, or remembering the Pinterest-worthy, spa-like bathroom decorations, I decided to enjoy what I do have.
And guess what? I sat in the bath for twenty minutes, and nothing too magical happened. I didn’t have any epiphanies or reach a new level of self-confidence. But, I felt the simple pleasure of a hot bath on a difficult day. That simple pleasure I allowed myself, without focusing on what I could improve upon, felt nice. It wasn’t the most spectacular bath (I would reserve that description for the massive bathtub I got to soak in when I visited Cancun.) But it was what I craved tonight, and it was (thankfully) a healthy craving, one that I could give myself.
Now I’m fresh as a daisy, as my mom always says, and smelling like lavender and ylang ylang. My bathroom is still messy. My bathtub is now dirtier than it was two hours ago. And there will always, always, always be something to improve upon. Never will I ever know a truly perfect moment – except this moment. This moment is perfect, because I am here to witness it.
How does perfectionism play a role in your life? How can it be a positive thing, and how can it be used against you? Let me know in the comments.
Go have a hot bath,