Perfectionism is sometimes a curse. It stops me from doing so much of what I intend because I want it to be “just this way”. Sometimes, I simply do not begin a project because I have this “vision” and I want this amazingly undisturbed period of time in which to carry out my ideas just as I think they should be, or gather just the exact supplies I need to create the details I imagine. There are yet other times in which I begin something, only to be re-directed or find myself cut short on time, and rather than finishing up for finishing’s sake, I hold on to that “vision” and the thought that the “right” time will come along and afford me the opportunity to execute my plan to full expectation. So, I wait, sure I’ll have the “time” tomorrow, or over the weekend, to appoint the touches as my mind directs, only too often, to find I have yet to meet the fruition of my intention. This is a crazy cycle, indeed.
I have decided I am truly a perfectionist in need of recovery.