So it’s been exactly two months. My bad.
I could keep using the expression that ‘life was interrupted’ but it’s not exactly always the case. I have been trying new things and every chance or opportunity to write would quickly be snatched away with my desire to be a perfectionist. I have been like this forever, and it’s with everything; my outfits, hair, when I cook, travelling – I’m not exactly the throw caution to the wind type. Some might argue that I’m a little OCD but I strongly disagree, I’ve often said to others seriously why are YOU so compulsive but they would quickly shoot me a glare and voice back, “Isn’t that like the pot calling the kettle black?”
We are all perfectionists depending on the given situation – my idea of clean dishes, someone may feel the need to rinse before using. Which has actually happened to me before, and as a perfectionist I was very insulted.
All of this to say, for the next month I’m going to try loosen up a bit.
No longer will I start a new post and utter the words; “It’s going to take several versions until I want to post it” then pretty much walk away from doing it entirely. For the next month I will go ahead and post my unperfect posts in hopes of to improve my writing, and see if blogging was meant to be a part of my life. I started this as a way to share my Keishisms with the world but I fall short in this experiment, if I never hit publish.
Even this very exact moment, I failed tremendously and let my perfectionism shine and rejected the humour that was presented in simple jogging pants!! Yes, this may sound absurd but yes a pair of jogging pants frustrated me in the fashion it was being worn and it completely sent me into a frenzy…. LOL But in my defense, I wasn’t ready for what had happened. More on this one day but had to share how strange I could be 😛
As I sit here and get ready to embrace the jogging pants and this unperfect post, I have to ask – am I the only one with tendencies to want something sooooo perfect, you avoid doing it, a task, work, chore, a trip, etc… because you talk yourself out of it? Looking forward to hearing that I’m not alone.. or no comments at all, at which point I will curl under a rock 🙂
Ode to perfectionism, and the other weird obsessiveness that we obsess about like jogging pants!!
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