The world needs your gifts and what you have to offer. You are already good enough.
Perfectionism is the highest form of self-abuse. Although you should strive for excellence, staying invisible and waiting to be “perfect” is a huge disservice to the people who need you.
For example, in 2010 I decided I was already good enough and READY, so I started teaching my own hoop dance classes at a local library. The Classes took off like gangbusters.
I was so in-demand that I created an online course (although the course is no longer for sale, you can find portions of it here) in an attempt to keep up with the demand.
And although I sold my website and have pivoted and changed directions since then, it feels pretty darn good to know that I’ve impacted thousands and thousands of people worldwide with my courses and books (not to mention all the amazing things my students have done: they’ve collectively taught thousands of students themselves) because I had the guts to think that I was already good enough.
You see there is no ready fairy. if you’re waiting until you feel ready to do the thing, you’re going to be waiting forever.
You don’t have to be perfect. You only have to be “better than” your first student.
Don’t be afraid to PIVOT…You don’t have to be married to one job, one career, one passion. You can be MANY different things if you wish.
My husband Chad is a perfectionist when it comes to music. but I deemed myself good enough to play at his level long before he ever agreed with me. Now we have a real band (The Loverfaces) together!
Chad believes that we shouldn’t put any videos out unless if they are absolutely perfect. Let me tell you I put out my own content on the regular and it is far from perfect and because of that I have received:
+ Invitations to perform at events
+ Invitations to be professionally recorded and to go on podcasts and interviews
+ Incredibly sweet & helpful praise from people who LOVE my music, even though it’s not perfect
+Invitations to teach
+ The satisfaction of proving people wrong 😉
And I am far from perfect!
Date your ideas (this advice I learned from Maru Iabichela). you’re allowed to change your mind!
Two and a half years ago Chad bought me a ukulele for Christmas. And then his band broke up. So I brainwashed myself into believing that playing an instrument was easy for me. And it became easy!
Don’t get me wrong there were nights where my brain was hurting…. but I persisted because I had a vision and a goal….I wanted to be in a “serious band” with Chad.
And I wanted to sing at his level. So I sang to the dogs I pet sit for every day. Now I sing to my pet chickens.
Side note: Chad has been playing instruments and in a real bands for decades longer than me. He sings like a freaking angel. But I DID IT! Because I brainwashed myself into believe I could.
And when quarantine is over, we are going to perform all over Asheville.
You see, up until a few years ago, I always thought I was just “a dancer” and an artist. I thought that music was my sister’s gift and that I wasn’t skilled in that way or think that I could to be good at that too.
I’ve wanted a silkie chicken since I first laid eyes on those fluffy little cuties. They’re like the Pomeranian or Pekingese dogs of the chicken world.
Here’s some of my dog friends (that I pet sit) who look like silkies:
Aside from their fluffy cuteness, silkies are known for being super cuddly. Like a DOG! Behold…Chad holding a silkie chick that belongs to Kitty.
What you seek is seeking you…
Then my friend Kitty got 5 silkie chicks…and my dream got even closer! The photo above is Chad holding one of the chicks, which I affectionately named Stripe already.
My plan was to introduce Chad to the chickies so he would fall in love and agree to let me get a silkie 🙂
At first Chad said we have enough chickens already. Meet our chicken gals. But they’re like potato chips…you always need more 😉
Here’s some beautiful horses we saw on the way to Wade and Kitty’s house…
And I’m reaping aLLLL the benefits
My silkie dream plan sort of worked. Kitty is not planning on keeping all of the silkies when they grow up…so we’re going to buy two of them and keep them IF our existing chickens accept them and allow them to live in the same coop. Yay!
I plan on naming them Tillie Rose and Maggie Lulu Stripe or Maggie Lulu Gizmo (it depends in we get a striped one) after some of my dog friends.