Yes yes, I know, cringe at the bad use of English. But considering the main person I coach the phrase to is my three year old, sometimes filler words fall out in spite of myself. *whistles*
However, this phrase is one I consider a huge step for myself. You see, I have historically been both a procrastinator, and and a perfectionist. So I’d waffle on doing things until the last minute ’cause I wanted them to be done right… then I’d bum-rush through whatever task just to get it done and see where the pieces fell. It wasn’t great in school, obviously — I’d write entire papers overnight when I should have been sleeping, and then my poor mater got stuck taking my paper and typing it up so I could turn in a properly printed copy. I totally praise her for not throttling me in these instances — I’m not sure I’d have the same patience.
However, in my drive to beat procrastination, I tend to shoot myself in the foot with the anxiety gun. This blog in particular is both my pride and joy and my ultimate torture — I’m happy that I can turn out (hopefully) enjoyable posts, but man if my brain doesn’t flip out because I ‘need’ it done in a timely fashion. I laugh at myself though, which hopefully goes to show that I’m not engaging in self-flagellation — I know that there’s nothing stopping me from ‘slacking’ and not posting here but myself, so there’s definitely no woe is me. It’s just me laughing at myself from most angles while one tiny part stomps and grumbles.
But really, good on you brain for getting better about both procrastination and perfectionism. There’s still a long way to go on both, but as I said the other day — I think it’s important to celebrate the little victories, especially when it comes to wrangling with one’s mental health.
And me, I’m going to go back to filling up the wastebasket with tissues; my poor nose is a very raw bulb right now. But ah well, this too shall pass! I hope everyone out there is doing well.