When I was a little girl, my grandmother had pink toilet paper. I had forgotten all about it until the other day when I came across this 1960’s ad 1960's Ad for Scott Toilet Paperfor Scott’s Toilet Paper. Looking back now, I know that despite my warm childhood memories of her, she wasn’t “perfect”, she was a perfectionist. Everything had to match. Which is why there was pink toilet paper in her pink tiled bathroom.

She also had a clutter problem.

Oh, not on the surface. Her home was always clean and welcoming. It was the hidden clutter. Every drawer, closet, and cabinet was packed to the gills with stuff.

She was a professional seamstress, and made all of her own clothes. Her favorite color was pink and she purchased any pink material she found. Always enough for a pantsuit. You’d open her “material closet” and piles of pink fabrics would come pouring out. I was learning to sew in those days, and,  instead of using any of the closet fabric, we’d go out to buy something just for me to practice on. Because, of course she had plans for every single piece of that pink, double knit fabric.

She only used a tenth of it, and when she “broke up housekeeping” in the late 80’s, those piles and piles of pink fabric went to Goodwill.

I’d spend a portion of my Christmas break as well as a couple of weeks during the summer with her. After three summers of asking about the can of Mince Meat Pie Filling that was in the pantry (and expired), she finally let me throw it away. My twelve-year-old self realized she would never use that can of Mince Meat.

Perfection is a tricky thing. At its core, perfection is about fear. Perfection is about our desire to feel safe. Perfection is about our deep need to be loved and accepted.

We hope that if we buy just the right things for our home, we will finally be safe and respected. We theorize that if we wear the right shade of lipstick, we’ll be seen as desirable – by lovers and friends. We hope that if we stock up on enough canned goods, towels, sheets, knick knacks, and yes, material, we will never be hungry or cold or unprepared.

So, perfection compels us to buy things. In hopes that what we buy, will “fix” anything within us that feels broken or lacking.

We buy the pink toilet paper to match the pink bathroom so that every time we see it, we’ll be reassured that we can make our surrounds perfect and safe. And, we believe that anyone who happens to visit our pink bathroom, will think we have it together and are worthy of being loved.

We buy all the pretty pink material so that we will always have the ability to create a new outfit for any occasion so that we’ll fit in. So we won’t have to be afraid of looking out of style or undesirable or as if we don’t belong.

Perfection also paralyzes us.

It keeps us from throwing away anything, in case we need it. So, we stockpile canned goods and clothing and towels. We are afraid if we throw anything away, we might need it, so we stuff our closets and drawers and pantries with items we probably don’t even need. Like that ancient can of Mince Meat Pie Filling. A need for always being prepared is part of perfection’s game. Because, as we know, nothing in life is certain except death and taxes.

Looking back at her life, of course I see where she was compelled to stock up on canned goods and material. She was one of nineteen children and then raised four children in the midst of The Depression. I also understand why she tried to make her world perfect so that she would feel safe and supported. I saw how she filled her home with things so that she would be seen as acceptable and loveable.

I saw my grandmother as perfect and I loved her exactly as she was. She didn’t need to do anything to earn my love or prove to me that she made valuable contributions to the world. She didn’t need a closet full of material to prove that to me.

I would tell you that one of the greatest lessons I learned from my Grandmother was unconditional love.

I also learned by observing her that striving for perfection doesn’t propel me towards love and safety. Striving for perfection pushes me further away from who I am and the ability to unconditionally love myself.

I’ve had my battles with perfection. At the end of each battle, when I finally lay down whip I’ve been flagellating myself with, I discover that peace of accepting my imperfection. In my surrender to the truth that no matter how perfect I make my surroundings, it will never move me towards being loved. When I stopped allowing perfection to paralyze me, I began to clear out those closets and drawers and shelves I had filled. With each item I cleared, instead of fear, I found freedom

I am loveable and valuable and worthy as I am right now. It is my imperfections that make me who I am.

I tell you this, my darling, because these lessons around perfection aren’t really just about me and my grandmother. They are about the legacy of perfection, and how you can be the one to break the chain of it within your life and for the generations that come after you.

Being who you were born to be is so valuable to the world. Perfection is only going to drive you further from that.

If your need for perfection is coercing you to fill your closets and drawers with excess, I promise you that clearing those spaces will make your life feel more loving in the long run. The more you pile into your closets and drawers and shelves, the further away from peace you will move. The more you stuff into your surroundings, the more you bury the core of who you were truly born to be.

Perfectionism will try to trick you into being well stocked everywhere, so that you will always be prepared. Just in case.  The real truth, kitten, is that in order for your soul to grow and expand, it must have space. And it will be scary to clear those closets, because your stuff makes you feel safe. But, darling, too much stuff actually moves you away from love. Clutter will keep you small.

You, my darling, are worthy of being loved, who you are in this world is valuable, and you don’t need to be perfect in order to be loved. Now, if you happen upon some pink toilet paper, pick some up in honor of my Grandmother. But you certainly don’t need it to prove that you have it perfectly together.

If you realize that perfection is compelling you to stuff drawers, fill the closets, and overflow your shelves, maybe it’s time to let go and begin shedding things so that your soul has energy and space to grow. If you need a little help clearing your space, allow me to help you.

One of the biggest lessons I have learned is that you cannot welcome new things into your life if you don’t release some of the old stuff. You need to begin to purge things from your life. Getting clear in your life by dealing with your physical clutter (big clutter and small clutter) will allow you to direct your precious energy towards creating the clear path to living your best possible life.

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