You cannot be perfect:
You cannot be perfect.
Impossible.
Perfect doesn’t exist.
It’s an idea in our heads told to us by our parents.
By the media.
By the books we read.
Nothing is perfect.
And will never be.
You’re not supposed to be perfect.
You’re supposed to screw up.
You’re supposed to fail.
You’re supposed to look like an idiot sometimes.
That’s the point.
That’s life.
That’s how you learn.
You only learn through mistakes.
Through looking like a fool.
Through not being perfect.
I try to do my best all the time.
Be the best person I can be.
Show up in the world in the best way I can.
But that doesn’t mean I’m perfect.
Far from it.
I deal with more in my life than you think.
We all do.
All of us have problems.
All of us screw up.
I had one last night.
Got too drunk.
Almost puked in the car ride on the way home.
Got into a huge argument with my dad.
It was bad.
Really bad.
I was bad.
I went too far.
Mixed too much alcohol.
Made decisions I shouldn’t have made.
It could have been worse.
But it was bad.
Not my finest moment.
Not my finest hour.
The worst part was doing it in front of my family.
In front of all the people I love.
It happens sometimes.
For me, it’s happened a few too many times.
That I need to reflect on.
I need to think about.
I need to understand why I go so far.
It’s probably my ego and pride.
I grew up drinking in British pub culture.
Binge drinking every weekend.
Every weekend revolved around alcohol and partying.
It’s what we did.
But now I’m 6 years removed from that life.
I can’t just be getting black-out drunk.
I can’t be doing that at family events.
It was a mistake.
I went too far and woke up today knowing it.
It’s bad.
But that’s ok.
You’re supposed to have these moments.
These negative experiences.
That’s the only way you’ll learn.
I need to be better.
That’s it.
That’s the goal.
Not perfect.
But better.
I’m not perfect.
I never will be.
All I’m doing is trying.
Because there is no perfect.
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