For so many years I’ve struggled with the idea of perfection. I’ve struggled with letting people know I’m not perfect and that hasn’t been easy. I panicked at the idea of being famous because then people would find out the idea I had created for myself wasn’t real, and I had to show them I wasn’t perfect. I didn’t realize that’s what makes people lovable, knowing that we aren’t perfect. Knowing we are all dealing with the same things, struggling with the same issues, and sometimes we might even find solutions together. 

I've recently finished reading the book The Artist's Way and it took me a while to even get around to reading it, if I am being honest - btw one thing that's important to me is being honest, specially being honest with myself - so I will be honest here. I thought I needed many things I didn't need, and where in fact preventing me from where I wanted to go or the person I wanted to be. It's like I was able to portray this fearless image, and even if I believe myself to be that person, but all I needed was to believe in myself. I was scared people would find out I am not really the person I project myself to be and that was just a way to get people to stay away from me, or better yet at a safe distance. So they would never find out how I am not perfect at all. How I am not this amazing person, who has all the answers that I made myself to be or that they believe myself to be even. 

It got to a point that I couldn't keep up with my image, because I felt that I wasn't human anymore. It's like I created my own version of a perfect world, that wasn't perfect even for me, because it wasn't genuine. Even though I was getting recognition and success, I felt like I was a fraud. Like I got recognized for something I didn't do, or being someone I really am not. I struggled with that, calling it "Impostor Syndrome," as I heard people call it. However, even that didn't feel authentic.

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For so many years I’ve struggled with the idea of perfection. I’ve struggled with letting people know I’m not perfect and that hasn’t been easy. I panicked at the idea of being famous because then people would find out the idea I had created for myself wasn’t real, and I had to show them I wasn’t perfect. I didn’t realize that’s what makes people lovable, knowing that we aren’t perfect. Knowing we are all dealing with the same things, struggling with the same issues, and sometimes we might even find solutions together. 

I've recently finished reading the book The Artist's Way and it took me a while to even get around to reading it, if I am being honest - btw one thing that's important to me is being honest, specially being honest with myself - so I will be honest here. I thought I needed many things I didn't need, and where in fact preventing me from where I wanted to go or the person I wanted to be. It's like I was able to portray this fearless image, and even if I believe myself to be that person, but all I needed was to believe in myself. I was scared people would find out I am not really the person I project myself to be and that was just a way to get people to stay away from me, or better yet at a safe distance. So they would never find out how I am not perfect at all. How I am not this amazing person, who has all the answers that I made myself to be or that they believe myself to be even. 

It got to a point that I couldn't keep up with my image, because I felt that I wasn't human anymore. It's like I created my own version of a perfect world, that wasn't perfect even for me, because it wasn't genuine. 

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