the perfect me

where does one draw the line between self-improvement and self-acceptance?  aren't i perfect just the way i am?  i strive towards better.  when will my chakras be perfectly aligned and my energy become a solid beam of light?  i suppose it's the journey not the destination.  i'm no boddhisatva, but i'm here for a reason.  procrastinating.  money matters make me squeamish.  is it silly that i want someone to swoop in and rescue me?  from what?  i stand on my own two feet yet i want a dancing partner to swing with.  sweep me off my feet.  shheeessh.  have faith.