Waiting for perfection

I am constantly waiting for perfection. In fact, waiting for perfection nearly stopped me from writing this. Not that I am a perfectionist at heart – I’m not, to be honest. What I mean is sometimes you over think and overwait for the right time, and the thing is you can be waiting for that time forever. The thing is, should we really be waiting for perfection to start? I am still not sure what this blog is about entirely – it is a mixture of inspiring to be chic though the lens of everyday living. Not waiting for perfect moments but understanding instead the the perfection is in the moment, but we just have to understand it is this way way rather than the other way around.

I have lots of barriers stopping me from doing this and being here. Will anyone read it? It is interesting enough. Is my niche to broad? It is boring? Who am I to write about my seemingly mundane life? Can I even sustain this writing or am I just too busy. I am also relatively shy and certainly lean move introvert rather than extrovert. I ponder at time, can I really just write and thrive in this digital age where it seems everyone is sharing their inner most worlds on Instagram and Tik Tok? I came to the conclusion that many other people probably feel this way as well, that they are not comfortable sharing all aspects of their world. We are constantly bombarded with ideas and visions of perfect lives but really learning to appreciate what we have and where we are is the secret to living a happy chic life for you.