Imperfection: Embracing the Art of Fucking Up

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Hey, guess what? I’m not perfect.

Well, suck it up, buttercup, because neither are you.

There is no such thing as perfection, despite what we’re taught or shown or led to believe by ‘the powers that be.’ Even Source/God/whatever you choose to call it, which we’ve always believed to be perfect, isn’t perfect because that doesn’t exist.

What?

How can Source not be perfect, when it creates everything as perfection? Well, because it doesn’t believe in imperfection or recognise ‘mistakes,’ it also can’t access that impossible perfection that we humans aspire to.

I’ll try to put it another way – the existence of one aspect of perfection must be acknowledged in order for the other to exist. In this case, Source does not acknowledge that imperfection exists in the sense that we understand it, therefore, perfection from this perspective also can’t exist.

The thing is, perfection is not what we believe it to be, here on this 3D plane. It is not a supermodel, a brand new car or a designer home; s/he is not the person you believe to be your soulmate; it is not a baby born with all its digits and limbs intact; or any of the things we aspire to own/be/become.

Yet at the same time it IS those things, AND it is a baby born disfigured or missing limbs; it is a cardboard box on the street corner and the family that lives within; it is all the ‘toads’ you kiss before you meet your ‘prince’ …

Perfection is existence. Imperfection, a huge part of that, is a vital piece of the perfection puzzle.

Oops, I Fucked Up

Too many of us wait around until all the conditions are ‘perfect,’ and watch life passing us by. Days become weeks, and weeks, years, as we wait until the perfect moment, (or for the perfect guy, or …) to arrive. The only true perfection (if such a thing exists) lies in embracing your fuck-ups as part of the perfectness of existence.

I fuck up every day, sometimes spectacularly. It’s kind of fun. I learn tons from the experience – how not to do something is an important part of getting you to the how to do it. Sometimes it opens up amazing new opportunities that I didn’t know existed when I was focussed on the goal of perfection.

It happens, I apologise (or not) and move on. Come on, say it with me, ‘oops, I fucked up.’ Not so hard, is it?

As we continue to shift into the new paradigms of Feminine energy, we make way for this acceptance of our imperfections to be acknowledged as a beautiful part of who we are – in fact, they are what make us, for all intents and purposes, human.

In agreeing to have a human experience, we separate from the knowledge that perfect and imperfect are one thing and dive into this sticky place where the division between the two drives us to distraction.

Competition Engenders Fear of Imperfection

Organisations are built around this concept – education systems, financial systems, corporate structures – all based on random scores on a scale that measures perfection by very limiting structures within which we try to force ourselves to interact.

One child receives a ‘perfect’ score on a test and is then deemed to be destined for great things, but can s/he love? Can s/he play well with other children? Can s/he accept failure when it shows up (and it will)?

This is a system that only serves to separate us further, from each other and from ourselves. It makes people into automatons, putting their own sense of value (Divine Im/perfection) aside in favour of an ‘authority’ outside of themselves.

We become people obsessed with outdoing each other, showing ‘them’ how perfect we/our family/our business are. Instead we could be looking to each other for support and love, reaching out to ask for help when we fuck up, and offering it when someone else says ‘oops… .’

We’re taught that to be a perfect ___woman, man, child, father, wife, business person___, certain conditions must be met, and we want the world looking in to see us in that way.

A perfect candidate for love and acceptance.

A-ha. That’s it. Love has been given with so many conditions attached, it has become distorted through the aeons to be something that has to be earned or doled out as a reward.

self-responsibility, empathsThe Divine Love of Source sees imperfection and keeps on loving as fiercely as ever. It sees what we call our mistakes and loves us anyway, as fervently as when we’re following the rules.

No Mistake is too Large

There is not a being on this planet that has not made a ‘mistake’ at some point, and there is no mistake so large that Source would ever, ever withdraw that Love.

As ever, Mother Nature provides brilliant evidence of this. A tree with gnarled and twisted branches is the same to her as one with a straight trunk and tall branches reaching to the Heavens with precision and grace. They both have the same opportunity to grow and thrive, and are given the same conditions in which to do so. One is not provided with superior quality water because its branches look nicer, or its leaves are prettier.

No, the quest for perfection is a human distraction, to keep us from finding the Source within ourselves. It’s futile because in truth it’s only through embracing our imperfections that we get a sense of how perfect they truly are.

Perfectly imperfect, or perhaps imperfectly perfect. Whatever.

Give your fuck-ups a hug from me.

Big Love,
~ Jenny

12 Replies to “Imperfection: Embracing the Art of Fucking Up”

  1. For some reason I’m reminded of how many fruits and vegetables in our food system are thrown out because they are “ugly” and the fear consumers won’t consume them. Their outward appearances hold the same perfection as the “pretty” fruits and veggies. Seeing past appearances as you point out, holds the richness of Life we are here to experience and evolve with. Nothing is really wasted until we waste it ourselves. Thanks Jenny.

    • Thank you, Lorraine!

      I love that analogy. Supermarkets here in the UK sell the imperfections off at hugely reduced prices, which of course taste no different, they might just be strangely shaped or slightly damaged (as in broken carrots). Even still some people avoid them because of the low cost (they assume they’re in some way inferior – ?). There are so many ways we could continue to convince ourselves that perfection exists in the way we believe!

      I’m going to use the last line as a mantra: ‘nothing is really wasted until we waste it ourselves.’

      Big Love,
      Jenny

  2. Yesterday i finished reading The gift of Imperfection by Brene Brown and then i come here to find you are writing about imperfection too. I love your words that seeking perfection is a distraction and Oh yes i see it as a forerunner to procrastination
    Love You♡

    • Thank you, Suzie!!

      I haven’t read that, but it’s on my ever growing list of must-reads. We can find sooo many clever ways to distract ourselves and procrastinate, can’t we? Perfection is just one more in a whole line of great saboteurs.

      Thank you for stopping by with your lovely Love energy <3

      Big Love,
      Jenny

  3. t, Jenny! My fuck ups thank you for the hug and send butterflies back to you and yours!
    I was one of those gifted students, getting great marks, usually without trying very hard – and I agree. I’m not very good at mistakes, fuck ups or being wrong. I keep inviting peace in, though, and welcoming the flow of love into my heart. And sending butterflies. It’s all part of that perfectly imperfect perfection. <3
    Hugs and butterflies,
    ~Teresa~

    • Ha ha, thank you Teresa, my fuck-ups LOVE butterflies!!

      I appreciate your comment, and I love your description of inviting peace in. Ahh. That feels so good. I think we do more damage to ourselves and the next generation by teaching them to strive for perfection than we do good. Just let ourselves (and them) be. And learn in our own amazing ways.

      Big Love,
      Jenny

  4. Oh Jenny, you made me smile, wince, nod in recognition and then smile some more.

    I used to suffer around this imperfection stuff much more than I do now. I read a book called Failing Forward, and while I didn’t love the book, I love love love the title concept. Every failure is in fact a win, because I learn something, because I use what I learned, and because it means I was off my fucking ass and doing something! I was in action. Progress and growth are the gifts of my actions, whether the actions succeed or not.

    Love that you’re in my life!

    Blessings,
    Sue

    • Thanks, Sue!

      Your comment made me smile, too, and you really nailed it with that bit about being off your ass and doing something. Somehow even doing something that fails spectacularly feels better than standing stock still and not knowing what to do.

      I’m so glad I could make you smile, and I so love that you’re in my life, too!

      Big Love,
      Jenny

  5. Hi Jenny,

    Wow, what a powerful article. It all comes down to concepts and the world of duality. Duality only exists in our mind, anything created by the mind is nonsense. Our mind is full of crap! 🙂

    Much love,
    Sam

    • Thanks so much, Sam!

      It feels so darn real sometimes, though, doesn’t it? It’s all part of this wonderful experience of being human, discovering that it’s all kind of a cosmic joke. Brilliant 😀

      Big Love,
      Jenny

  6. ah, laughing out loud!

    “A perfect candidate for love and acceptance.” ah lol, what an exhausting, IMPOSSIBLE goal!!

    thank you for the many awesome thoughts throughout this writing.. so timely and helpful toward liberating ourselves from the rigid world thought systems of right and wrong, (judgement against) of separation, and such a beautifully put reminder that perception and knowledge are not the same thing! bless ya!

    • Ha ha, laughing with you, Hannah! 😀

      It really is an impossible goal, isn’t it? Except that it isn’t, if we just accept that we already have all the love and acceptance we could ever need (we might be looking for it from somewhere else, that’s all).

      I’m so glad you found this useful, and that you enjoyed the ride.

      Big Love,
      Jenny

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