Part of the reason why I started blogging again is to try and combat this fierce perfectionism in me. You may think that writing a blog for other people to see would promote perfectionism, but for me it’s not about whether I do it for other people so much as it is doing it at all.
I get an idea of what to write or make and I even think of some killer phrases to put down, but then I’m afraid it wont come out the way I think it. I’m afraid I wont have anything to link my thoughts together. I’m afraid the next thing I write wont make sense with the post I wrote yesterday. I’m afraid that I’ll be doing this whole blogging thing wrong.
The truth is that I’d like to be good at lots of things. Not necessarily perfect at them all, but just to kind of bloom and really “get” it. I want to hand-make things, decorate, look pretty (and explain how I did it), I want to write, I want to sketch…but in my mind I’m just kind of okay at all of these things. A lot of advice I’ve gotten is to just try and be really good at one thing. But I don’t know what my thing is. I’m not entirely sure I want just one thing. But I’m also afraid that it’ll take too long to find it or master it.
Want to know something else? This one is a secret…
Okay, here it goes.
I’m terrified of hard work. I’m sure some of you have said that you don’t want to be bad at something. And I guess that could be part of it. I definitely don’t like being bad at something, but it’s kind of easy to just own the things I don’t excel at and blame myself. I can use those things against myself so easily. It’s kind of like a secret ammunition supply, so this sick and twisted part of me doesn’t mind being bad at things because it just gives me new material to use to be mean to myself.
Maybe that’s the kicker. I know how to be mean to myself. But I’m not as good at being nice to myself.
I have been married for just about 5 months now and have experienced more free time in my schedule than ever before. I only work in the afternoons and mu husband is a full-time student and works in the evenings as well. It’s pretty safe to say that I have the freedom to sleep in basically 5 out of 7 days of the week. He gets up and leaves at about 6:40 every morning and I can either get up with him and start my day or I can go back to sleep and wake up whenever I feel like it. I bet you can guess which one I choose. I set goals for myself to wake up early, take a shower, walk the dog, sweep the kitchen, do some writing, and make myself a lunch to take to work. I would have almost 8 hours of free time before work if I got up with my husband. I bet that sounds pretty amazing to some of you, especially college students and stay at home moms. But instead of getting up and doing the things I want to do to make my life feel productive and flowing, I lay in bed and beat myself up for not getting out of bed.
If I get up it’s going to be cold, then I’ll have to pick out clothes, take a shower, dry my hair, do my makeup, style my hair, make breakfast, take care of two pets, exercise my dog, exercise myself, try not to watch tv, make use of all of the records in the house that I’ve contributed money to purchase, read the many unread books on my shelves, clean the kitchen, fold the laundry, do the dishes, sweep, vacuum…Can you see where this is going? One thing is not enough. Perfectionism for me is all or nothing. Everything is too hard, and yet nothing feels horrible.
I know this basically sets me up for failure no matter what, but it really does just happen so quickly that I have a hard time fighting it. Sometimes I do get up and shower, but then I either lay around in my towel and watch TV for hours or I take hours to do my hair and makeup. That’s commitment to avoidance right there. I do NOT like doing hard things. And right now, most things seem hard.
So I want to know, how do you end up convincing yourself to do things you don’t like or things that seem hard?
What motivates you to just do the regular stuff you have to do?
Let me know in the comments!