Progress means, I show up every day. Progress requires a constant interchange with our most functional self. Progress prefers to take the bicycle, and make many stops, instead of waiting for beam transfer to be invented.
If you wait until you’re 100% ready, you’ll never start anything. This is what my first mentor at work used to say. A bright leader, with great experience, he knew what he was talking about. I, on the other hand, had no clue. It was outrageous to me to think that someone would start with half their artillery polished. To my mind half readiness was a definite road to half successes.
Over the years, more roles came to demand my readiness. Multidimensional roles which I brought to completion with greater or lesser effectiveness, in clear relation to the commitment, planning and tenacity that I put into them. Whatever I have pursued in life, whatever I have chased with fury, has proven to be notably lucrative, yet never perfect. Wherever I have put my effort in has compensated me abreast in the imperfection of its success. To be very honest, these compensations have been so critical to the progress of both my venture and myself that at the final evaluation point, the perfection factor has proven to be highly irrelevant.
We learn from very early onwards to carry the perfection burden. It may start from our parents and their own expectation of us to become something they never have been, or society itself which declares enchanted by “the gift from above” and doesn’t really want to be bothered with the labor process the person at stake has invested, or even ourselves that hope for a magic star, for the planets to be in favourable orbits, the talent that will salvage us from putting in effort. It may start form the fact that we are looking for a great excuse so as not to move from what is known and conquered, so that we don’t risk failure and taking it a step further… not risk success.
Perfection is a utopia. In it’s dream state, it is a superb excuse so that we don’t undertake the feasible. Perfection is a crutch. It is grounded on the never ending comparison between self and others. Perfection is tyranny. A self serving tyranny from me to me, so that I never am enough.
My coaching clients and I constantly stumble on the generalizations, divinity and absolutism of perfection. We gradually learn to revert their expectation away from the wonder it would take to make it happen, to a focused, small and substantial steps approach. We dismantle perfection, taking it down from the “I will never get there” pedestal, in order to convert it to something tangible, human and feasible, namely progress.
Progress means, I show up every day. Progress requires a constant interchange with our most functional self. Progress prefers to take the bicycle, and make many stops, instead of waiting for beam transfer to be invented. Above all however, progress builds skill, because it is there, on the track that we learn to focus on today and feed our efforts with the knowledge and information that the road is revealing to us.