How many times have you had an idea or wanted to do something, but you didn't? The feeling of wanting everything to be perfect until you make the right move, or the right decision. We spend so much time just waiting on that perfect moment, for a better time, and when we feel ready. Moments pass by because we are waiting on something that might not even happen...
Wow how lame is that? How lame is it that a lot of people probably would say yes to that, that they can recognize that they never did that thing, just because it wasn't the right time or the right moment.
I know I've had those moments many times, one of them is just to decide to start blogging in English! Writing anything, and sharing it, is scary enough, and doing it in your second language... Well that terrified me. My whole life I have loved writing, but I never thought I would be good at it, since I was told from an early age that I was probably dyslectic, just like my mom and my grandma. But that never stopped me, it made me want to be ever better, so I became really good at Swedish. Swedish was my favorite subject growing up, and I always had great grades in it, but I know I rewrote everything so many times and I had to re-read it even more. I never even told anyone that I was dyslectic, because I was embarrassed. I mean it was bad enough that I went to speech class from first to third grade, because of my lisp, so I learned my lesson to be quiet about missing words constantly when writing.
Before I moved to the states I used to write, every day, I even blogged. Somewhere along the way, just being busy with life, I stopped writing. I didn't even journal, nothing. Until a year ago or so, I finally started to journal again. When creating the website, I thought, why not write down the things that goes through my mind? The things I am learning, things that inspires me? My first thought: English is not my first language and I am dyslexic, no one will understand what I am writing...
As I have been writing, I have realized that sometimes I have to re-read my things so many times that I get frustrated. I have so much to say, and when I type it up and then read it, it does not make sense! Then I told myself: I am never going to get better if I don't just do it!
I need to practice and just do what I love. I love writing, and most of all I love to inspire others, and by sharing my imperfectness I feel like I am breaking down my walls. Doing what I do, working with people and helping them they reach their goals, and see their true potential doesn't mean that I know everything, and that I got my shit together. No, it's the complete opposite, I have my own struggles, I am just learning ways and techniques to handle them. I embrace my weird flaws, the things that I used to be ashamed of, they make me unique, they make me the person I am.
So yes, I might not always make sense, I might skip a word here and there, and you might be able to tell my Swedish accent, so bear with me. I hope that’s OK because practice makes perfect, and why try to be someone that I am not. I have so much love to give, and things I want to share with the world, so I can no longer be quiet.
So, whatever makes you feel like you are less then, or that you can't do something because you are waiting for it to be perfect, or for yourself to be perfect. It's OK to be on the journey and in the middle of it. It's OK to show the world your flaws, we all got them. It shouldn't stop us from creating or doing the things we want.
Don't wait for perfect, go out and create your own perfect!