Perfectionist Rehab

My name is Michelle Gosselin, and I’m a perfectionist.

For years, I believed that if I just worked a little harder, stayed up a little later, and pushed myself more, I would finally feel that I have done enough.

I would become enough.

I wore my perfectionism like a badge of honor, not realizing it was actually a shield. But recently, I’ve been learning that the most beautiful parts of my life – the deep belly laughs, the late-night conversations, and the unexpected joys – don’t happen in the ‘perfect’ moments.

The best things happen when I let myself be human.

We’re often taught that perfection is the ultimate goal, that flawless execution proves our competence and value. I’ve come to believe perfectionism only obstructs genuine connection.

When we hide our mistakes, we hide our humanity.

Striving for excellence is noble, but perfectionism can evolve into chronic dissatisfaction and self-loathing. Let this be our permission slip to be works in progress.

Let’s check-in to the Perfectionist Rehab, together.

May we become more kind to ourselves.

All the best,

Michelle