Why are we constantly chasing perfection with the goal that it will make us the happiest? ....
just some social distancing thoughts 🙈
What happens after I have perfect skin?
Does having all of that equate to actual happiness when you really add it up? I’ve been having a good ass skin week and yet what really made me the happiest this week?
☆ revisiting my childhood by playing club penguin with friends
☆ sitting in the warm sun and 70F weather
☆ driving to get chocolate ice cream with my boyfriend
☆ absolutely destroying all the delicious food my mom has been cooking since I’ve been home
☆ running around with my dogs in the backyard
☆ putting on this pink sparkly eyeshadow just to go study for 5 hours
And yet none of this had to do with perfection? These were all random imperfect beautiful moments that made me the happiest.
I think it will be a challenge to re-wire our motivations to not chase perfection, but maybe we stop assuming being perfect is a source of happiness, and just go straight for chasing the happy moments themselves?