“I had a dear friend who had labored for years on an excellent and deeply personal novel. It was done. He had it in its mailing box. But he couldn’t make himself send it off. Fear of rejection unmanned him….The professional loves her work. She is invested in it wholeheartedly. But she does not forget that the work is not her. Her artistic self contains many works and many performances. Already the next is percolating inside her. The next will be better, and the one after that better still.”
-The War of Art, by Steven Pressfield
Being a perfectionist is a curse.
I know because I’ve been one. Perfectionists are less productive, and higher strung. Life overall is less enjoyable.
Yes, it’s important to do a good job, but if you’re so worried about perfecting every aspect of everything you produce, you’re not going to produce.
Doing a perfect job isn’t worth anything if you never complete the project.
Don’t choke under pressure. Don’t let your fear of being not good enough stop you from ever trying.
It’s better to produce pretty good work then to never produce because you want your work to be perfect.
The same can be said about life in general. We put a phenomenal amount of pressure on ourselves to create/live a perfect life. It’s important to grow and improve, but your life will never be perfect.
If you push yourself to keep going until life is perfect, you’ll push yourself over the edge.
Do great, but don’t suck the happiness out of your life trying to make it perfect.
Plus, repetitiveness is key. If you do something enough, you will get good at it. You’re bound to suck sometimes. You can’t win every game. But you have to be able to shrug it off. Say “oh well,” and move on to the next one. Care less. Still care, just a little less.
Let yourself enjoy life.