Perfectionism is an impossible lie that has its tentacles wound into our sense of worth.
We might have found that being praised for something felt SO GOOD, we believed that if we did things perfectly, if WE were perfect, we could experience that all the time.
We might have been intimidated by parents who drove us to do better, bigger, more.
But the risk of falling short means we wait, procrastinate, judge ourselves and envy others. Or we are in a constant state of forward motion - always in pursuit of the goal.
Either way - we aren't here, now, in the muck and gold of life. We live in the tyranny of who we 'should' be.
We are each of us, a body of work - a collection of experiences, ideas, instagram posts, relationships, memories - and there is always time to make more. No one thing defines us.