But why? I’m doing a lot these days. Running a non-profit, planning the programs which includes running trainings, planning and executing mini retreats, weekend retreats, wellness courses, recruiting people for the board, learning how to fundraise effectively which includes new books and new courses, attempting to maintain a personal coaching business, planning personal branded retreats, designing my own yoga practice (it was KriyaLates, now it’s just Energy Yoga keep up), signing up for more continued education programs, drinking lots and lots of caffeine, making time for friends and family while feeling like I’m flailing in that area and also feeling as though I have no reason not to be able to do all of these things because I’m a single woman with no kids.
And when I pause, there’s really only one question that comes to mind, which is WHY.
This work is purpose-fueled, something I desperately wanted for many years, and yet, that purpose gets lost so quickly in the shuffle of all the DOING. I’ve realized I’m not even enjoying the very work I was craving… what is it with us people?
It may be a new line of work, but I’ve entered it with the same old tricks. Which is really an old story of: It’s never enough.
So…let’s take a breath (Maggie) and backtrack.
When I find myself in this place of overwhelm, I’ve lost track of my why.
Quite literally—I’ve lost my why again. I can’t remember why I even wanted to write this blog…
Scatter scatter scatter.
There was the bit about not being so hard on myself.
The other bit about wanting to share what I care about.
Oh yeah—let’s get into perfection.
I’ve never resonated with the word “perfectionist.”
But I have found myself repeating, “done is better than perfect,” whenever I’m spiraling in overthinking. Which led me to google the definition of the word “perfect.”
The word perfect comes from the Latin perfectus, which is the past participle of perficere, meaning “to complete” or “to finish thoroughly.”
The original meaning?
Not flawless—just done.
Done IS perfect, bitches.
As for why?
As for why… fuck if I know.
Kidding.
But—the why is lost on me some days. Sometimes I’m just checking boxes, drinking too much coffee, and wondering how I ended up here.
And maybe that is okay OR even my why right now. To be in it, to be learning, to be patient.
…and to remember that getting it done IS enough.
No really, it is.
So here—a done blog.
PERFECT.
