10/12/2025
The Leadership Trap I Never Saw Coming
I’ve always known I was a perfectionist.
That wasn’t news to anyone.
Least of all me.
If I was doing something, I did it properly.
And if I couldn’t do it properly, I didn’t see the point.
That wiring built my business and my adult reputation for 36 years.
People trust the guy who’s all in.
People rely on the person who never lets anything slip.
So, I wore perfectionism like a badge of honour.
But here’s the bit I’d never said out loud,
because until recently, I didn’t even know it myself:
My perfectionism wasn’t confidence.
It was fear.
Not fear of the work.
Not fear of failure.
But fear of letting go of control in a world that had already taken plenty from me.
Fear disguised as discipline.
Fear disguised as high standards.
Fear disguised as “this is just who I am.”
The world applauded it.
But inside… I was knackered.
And I didn’t know why.
Recently, I hit a strange wall.
Not physical.
Not emotional in the Instagram dramatic sense.
Just a quiet heaviness I couldn’t quite explain.
And it took me a while to understand why.
I’ve spent the last 6 months rebuilding my life brick by brick.
When the fraud was finally over…
When the court case ended…
When the person who wrecked my business was sentenced…
My body didn’t celebrate.
It didn’t relax.
It didn’t feel free.
It grabbed for control.
For the first time in my life,
I wasn’t running a business
or a team
or a crisis.
I was rebuilding… ME.
And rebuilding yourself after trauma isn’t glamorous.
It’s not neat.
It’s not inspirational in the social media sense.
It’s slow.
It’s quiet.
And most of it happens when no one is watching.
So, I controlled the only things I could:
My weight….. 45 pounds down.
My food….. clean, structured, precise.
My steps….. 10,000 a day.
My training….. boxing, training, lifting, reformer.
My sleep….. tracked, measured and monitored.
My days….. routine, routine, routine.
For the first time ever,
I needed to feel in control of something
because I’d spent three years living through something I couldn’t control at all.
And yes… it helped rebuild me.
It gave me strength.
It gave me direction.
It gave me purpose again.
But here’s the part no one talks about:
Control has a cost.
At some point, you look up and realise you’re gripping so tightly
You’re running your own life like a hostage negotiation.
You’re not tired enough to sleep,
But you’re exhausted.
You’re not sad,
But you feel heavy.
You’re not broken,
But you’re not free either.
And that’s when it hit me…
My perfectionism wasn’t strength.
It was armour I didn’t know I was wearing.
The armour I put on decades ago.
Armour that helped me survive betrayal, collapse, rebuilding, leadership, and trauma.
Armour that kept me safe.
But armour is heavy.
And sooner or later, even the strongest leaders feel the weight.
I never ever realised the impact it had on me.
Or the people around me.
Family.
Team.
Friends.
Anyone who ever thought:
“He’s intense… always on… nothing’s enough.”
Not because they judged me.
But because they couldn’t see the fear behind the drive.
Perfectionists don’t look scared.
We look focused.
We look reliable.
We look like the safest person in the room.
But we’re safe because we’re gripping everything with white knuckles.
And when you do finally loosen your grip…
You don’t fall apart.
You breathe.
That’s when vulnerability stops looking like weakness
and starts looking like leadership.
People don’t learn from your perfect days.
They learn from the days you admit you’re human.
And here’s what I’m learning, painfully, slowly, honestly:
My perfectionism helped me survive.
It won’t help me grow.
If any of this feels uncomfortably familiar, you’re not alone.
You’re not failing.
You’re not broken.
You’re just carrying armour you don’t need anymore.
And leadership, real leadership, begins the moment you put a little of it down.
Not all of it.
Just enough to breathe.
Leaders don’t need to kill their perfectionism.
We just need to turn the volume down enough to hear ourselves
and everyone else
clearly.
So here are the questions I had to face myself,
and maybe they’ll help you too:
Where am I gripping so tightly that it’s costing me more than it’s giving me?
What am I trying to control because I’m scared of what happens if I let go even a little?
What tiny corner of my life could I soften by just ten per cent?
Not a big shift.
Not a personality transplant.
Just a small easing, enough to breathe again.
Because here’s the truth I wish I’d learned sooner:
Leadership isn’t lost to burnout.
It’s lost to perfectionism long before that.
And the moment you realise it…
Things get a whole lot lighter.
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