typos patience Yes, this blog has typos. If you have a problem with it, it’s your problem (see what I did there?). But seriously folks, sometimes I just like to write and be free of all the editing mumbo jumbo. I work in a profession of perfectionism. Don’t get me wrong, I love PR, but its riddled nit picky perfectionists – and yes, I can be one from time to time. However, this blog is my outlet to just write and share interesting things – at least I think they’re interesting. Maybe the typos are my rebel showing up? If so, good for you rebel! Life isn’t perfect, why should my blog be?


For me, perfectionism is like a wet blanket that for some reason feels comfortable and safe. It can take many forms. For me it’s usually all about unrealistic expectations and procrastination. For example, I sign up for a writing class and need a new notebook. So of course it has to be the right/perfect notebook – otherwise anything I write for this class will be garbage. I spend my Saturday driving around to several stores in search of this elusive notebook. Should it be leather bound? What color? College rule or wide rule? The options seem endless. I end up buying the same plain black cover composite notebook I always get for about $1.35 and I’m convinced the class is going to be a waste of time and I’ll never write anything worthwhile.

typos patience Perspective

Now this is some serious quality problem shit, right? Horrible atrocities about on this planet and I can’t find the right notebook? Yeah, I have some perspective. I have the luxury of taking an f#$% writing class! I also realize its not about the notebook. It’s about the fear I have for taking the writing class. Fear that I’m not good enough, blah blah blah. We all have our stuff. Being present helps a great deal, but it isn’t always an easy practice. Another cool trick is sharing – perfectionism seems to fizzle out when spoken. My whole Saturday notebook search was me on autopilot – I didn’t even know what I was doing until much later.What’s the solution in all this? I share with a trusted friend, they laugh and I feel better. Let go. Move on. Do better next time. Let’s face it, we’re all just a bunch of bumbling primates trying to figure this whole life thing out – anyone who tells you differently may just be a perfectionist.

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