The courage to be IMPERFECT.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I spend a lot of time watching TED talks, especially lately. Well, recently I have been watching a lot of talks surrounding psychology and a few days ago, the following talk caught my eye:





Brene Brown speaks about the power of vulnerability in a fashion that truly spoke to me. At one point, she says that in order to have connection with other people, we need to allow ourselves to be seen (what she calls excruciating vulnerability). Now, in order for this to be possible, she insists that a person must need to feel worthy of belonging and connection. 


Courage: the original meaning, Brown shares, was to tell your life story with your whole heart. In other words, they were willing to let go of everyone else's and their own expectations of who they should be, and instead focus on who they were. What made them vulnerable is what made them beautiful. 


I feel I have to make a confession here, because after I watched this talk for the first time, I had one of those moments of clarity. I'm sure anyone who reads this has had one before. Something you see or read or hear triggers this sense of certainty about something or about yourself. Well, here's the confession. I am deathly afraid of being imperfect. 


Yes, I know what this blog is called. Yes, I know that nobody is perfect. However, I am a huge perfectionist. I work endless hours editing and re-editing my work to make sure I am putting my best foot forward. I dedicate mountains of effort to attempting to do it all: be a perfect colleague, be a perfect friend, be a perfect citizen, be a perfect this, be a perfect that. It's exhausting (and to be frank, not as effective as I care to admit). 

I'm tired of trying to live up to my own expectations.

Let's be honest, I will never be perfect. The world is changing too quickly for that to be remotely possible. Also, I am human, which automatically means I am fallible. 

Yesterday was a really rough day for me. I went to a teaching career fair with probably 200 other people. Upon entering the room full of hiring districts, I was immediately overwhelmed. Sometimes I forget how much anxiety big crowds give me (I even get tense if a movie theater is full). Well, not only was I immediately intimidated by all the people around me, looking for the same thing I was (a chance at a full-time teaching position), but I was also overcome with this sense of fear (of vulnerability) that out of these 200ish people, mine would be the resume to fall short, my handshake would not be strong enough, my personality would not shine through enough. 

Well, I did survive the mayhem, but I came home with this sense of shame that I had been too overwhelmed to put my best foot forward. I was awkward and nervous and fearful while others were confident and forthcoming. 

I had no less reason to be confident. I am no less qualified, dedicated, or passionate than any of the people in that room. But I choked. I did not tell my story with my whole heart. I let fear of saying the wrong thing keep me from saying the right things. 

BUT...

I also have hope. I have now accepted that I will never be at my best during a job fair that shuffles people from table to table in a desperate manner to find the possibility of work. No, I think my "zone" is in a much smaller outlet. I know that to be a teacher is my calling. And not even I will get in my own way to becoming as such. It just might take longer than expected. 

10 Confessions

In no particular order…. 

1. I love country music.

Seriously, I am the person who cranks it all the way up, windows wide open and sings at the top of their lungs. I have absolutely no shame about this fact. 

2. I have never been in love.

I think I’ve gotten close a few times, but I have this knack for finding the one thing that will cause a person to walk away and somehow exploit it so they go running. 

3. I am an exceedingly positive person, despite #2. 

No kidding, my optimism is nauseating at times. I am a pro at finding the silver lining in EVERYTHING. True, I have my moments of despair, just like anyone else. But usually they are short lived. 

4. I am a chronic apologizer. 

Yes, I am one of “those” girls who apologizes for everything, even if it’s someone else’s behavior. This comes from an inherent toughness on myself. Anything that can even remotely (like 7 times removed) reflect bad on me, I tend to apologize for. 

5. I hate the sun. 

No, I am not some Twilight Fanatic who thinks I sparkle when the sun is out. I legitimately hate the sun. I love beautiful days, and enjoy them as much as the next person, but usually my beach trips consist of layers of thin cotton clothing over every inch of my body, under a beach umbrella, with SPF 200 on any inch of bare skin, reading a book and listening to music on my iPod. 

6. I am a huge Syfy fan.

I won’t say that I like everything Syfy in all it’s glory, and it is a rather recent discovery. I have lately been very into BBC Syfy shows and/or movies. I think it’s the whole “escaping from reality” bit. It’s imaginative, and well, I love it. 

7. I watch chick flicks in order to criticize their lack of reality. 

Yes, it is quite possible I am a betrayer of my sex, in that I really don’t get crazy over chick flicks. Just today, I was telling a friend about a chick flick with a totally unrealistic ending. Yes, it was an artsy, independent film that was actually pretty imaginative for its parameters. In fact, the circumstances of the movie are less likely to happen than a unicorn knocking on my front door, but who’s counting? (See what I mean…)

8. I am O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D. with peanut butter. 

If there isn’t peanut butter in the house, there are serious repercussions. My absolute favorite thing to eat with peanut butter in it are graham crackers, with peanut butter, and a banana slice on top. I’ll take that over s’mores any day. 

9. I am so freaking clumsy. 

I am not exaggerating. If there is something within 10 feet of me that is breakable (even things you wouldn’t think were breakable), you need to get it away from me. The list includes anything from family heirloom teacups, to entire shelves. Now, if it’s MEANT to be smashed up with a sledge hammer, I’m totally your girl, but be sure to wrap anything you don’t want broken in bubble wrap before I come over. 

10. I am secretly a 5-year-old inside.

I love coloring, finger-painting, Hungry Hungry Hippos. Basically anything a five-year-old gets to do and have it be socially acceptable, is something I love. In fact, I think I’m going to go watch “How to Train Your Dragon,” and wish I had a Toothless of my own. 

Hope you enjoyed my quirky confessions! :)