I never thought of myself as a perfectionist because I never have done anything “perfectly”.
Are you a perfectionist? Do you, too, think you need to do your best and are hard on yourself because your best isn’t perfect?
P is for Peggy Perfect
I now have the “perfect” excuse to not be perfect. I can blame evolution.
What a relief.
Everyone has on average 400 flaws in their DNA*
“As life evolved, new abilities and new forms of life were not started anew, but grew out of what was there already. What existed just changed a bit, and those changes gave a new ability, a new advantage. Since new life was built on what already existed, the perfect solution to a new environment wasn’t always available, only what could easily develop from what already existed.”
What was workable, what was good enough, survived. Good enough meant it allowed the plant or animal to survive. And to be better than other solutions. But not necessarily perfect. So we are not perfect, and we do not need to be. We need to be good enough.
“The research gives an insight into the “flaws that make us all different, sometimes with different expertise and different abilities, but also different predispositions in diseases,” said Prof David Cooper of Cardiff University, the other lead researcher of the study.”
“Not all human genomes have perfect sequences,” he added. “The human genome is packed with pervasive, architectural flaws.”
How life evolved means we are not perfect, nothing is perfect, and we do not have to be perfect because perfect isn’t what life is about. Life is about good enough.
Humans don’t learn to become terrified of spiders and snakes — we were hard-wired millions of years ago to fear them!
Apparently, as a scientific study* concludes, the spider/snake specific response conferred an evolutionary advantage to our ancestors- who were able to identify and react to the creatures more quickly.
Reading this article made me reflect on my fears:
I used to be fearful of aliens coming to “get me”.I am pretty sure that the time it would have been useful for them to study me has passed.
I used to be afraid that my mind would go before my body. Since watching the decline of my own parents I’m now fearful that my mind will NOT go before my body. It may be a blessing not to be aware of what my limitations are.
I used to be fearful people wouldn’t like me. I now consider it a compliment that certain people don’t like me
I used to be fearful of snakes. I spent hours in my early 20’s watching snakes (behind a glass exhibit) noticing how beautiful their markings were, how incredible it was that they navigated their way with their tongue and how remarkable their ability to move was. I still am afraid of snakes. It’s hard-wired, you know.
I used to be fearful of not getting good grades in school. I’ve got all the diplomas now I need . . .or want.
I used to be terrified of dying. I’m not afraid of that since I’ve embraced the Baha’i belief about the celestial realm.
I used to be fearful of never having a boy ask me to dance at high school dances. Now I fear that if anyone asked they’d find out I can’t dance
I used to be afraid of heights. I took a Wilderness Course in my 30’s where we had to climb poles, walk across streams on tiny logs and fall backwards off ledges into people’s’ arms. I am still afraid of heights.
Hey! My list of fears has really been whittled down!
All I’m afraid of now is that there are snakes in heaven, I will be a dance instructor for eternity and that heaven is REALLY HIGH up.