Perfectionism is nothing but procrastination in disguise.
Wow.
I had been trying to find the perfect beginning, something to sum up all that would follow, a grand statement. I was really putting off speaking my truth. My truth is that I am a perfectionist. My perfectionism made me act like a chicken.
The photo at the beginning of this post is of a cloud which to me looked like a chicken. But like the cloud, the "chicken" in me is just an illusion. It can be transformed, it can be a thing of beauty. I can use it to remind myself to lighten up.
"One of the signs of an approaching nervous
breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important" - Bertrand
Russell
Yours flaws and all,
Practical Empath