follow link 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?


doxycycline backorder 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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