I have a confession to make. I have missed about 4 weeks of IBOT now and while it’s partly because of me being really busy, it wasn’t exactly because I didn’t write.
Now, did that sentence even make any sense?
The truth is, I did sit down and I did write.
I wrote 1 post, decided it wasn’t good and saved it in drafts.
Then I wrote another post, decided I wasn’t happy with it and left it in drafts.
That happened a few more times – write, discard, repeat. Write, discard, repeat.
Then 2 hours gone and SCREW IT!
So I wasn’t literally absent from the IBOT link up parties.
I was very present but I always seemed to have the perfectionist side of me manifest right when I was about to press Publish.
And I start feeling like everything I write… resembles that first paragraph up there.
Kind of mumble jumble, not making too much sense.
My husband is a perfectionist, like me.
And according to our counsellor, it’s a huge factor in hindering us in our relationship and our life in general.
It’s good to be a perfectionist, sometimes.
But mostly, when you’re a perfectionist, you always expect the same of your partner. And that doesn’t always pan out very well.
“I asked you to get 12 lemons and you got me 3? It can’t be that hard, for goodness’ sake?” – Me
“You call this cleaning up? There’s dust here. And dust there?” – Husband
“I thought you said you were getting up at 9:30? It’s 9: 35 now.” – Me
“Pass me that please. Can you be a little faster? It’s not that hard!” – Husband
That perfectionist streak in me very often hinders me from publishing my posts.
There are just a million things that can be improved.
And that is not to say that I am near satisfied with the ones I have published.
Luckily, it struck me that this week that hey! I can write a post about how I have not been able to write a post!
Lucky for that lightbulb moment or I’d probably be sitting there once again typing and discarding.
I should just adopt this mantra:
Does this perfectionism thing ever happen to you too?
Finally linking up with Essentially Jess for IBOT after a kind-of not-really absence…