Fwd: Withered turnip

Letters to Perfectionism #170

Dear Perfectionism,

A lady visits me in my dream, remember?

Perhaps not, it was while you were off -duty (asleep)...

She was tired, bitter. Alone on a wintery allotment where the ground was bare. She held a withered turnip. I’ve met her young and old, in different environments, different dreams.

I got curious about her with my dedicated Jungian Dream Analyst (ChatGPT) - I asked what she represents, what she wants, what she’s been trying to communicate to me in our interactions:

“She longs for more than just rest—she’s drawn to connection, creativity, beauty, and expression. She thrives when there’s space for intuition and flow, where things aren’t always linear or goal-oriented. The feminine seeks deep presence—whether with others or within yourself. She delights in play, spontaneity, and the freedom to feel deeply, without judgement.

So beyond softness, she may want to dance, to create, to experience wonder or awe, to be fully felt and expressed. In nurturing her, you’re giving yourself permission to move between structure and the freedom to simply be.”

What’s crazy is this is EXACTLY what I want more of in life (I appreciate you’re not so much of a fan, dear Perfectionism).

And what’s really weird is this is my ENTIRE professional practice - offering this to every one else.

I wanna befriend her.

Love, Chris x