I tend to be a perfectionist. I tend to edit everything I do. A lot. Because I want everything to be perfect. I tend to edit what I’m going to say and how I’m going to say it. I’m always editing myself. I’m doing it as I write this. I re-wrote this paragraph and the sentences in this paragraph a few times already.

And it slows me down. And I would justify it by saying, “Quality is important to me.” and “I need to be proud of my work.” Perfectionist. Me. OK. I admit it. I have a problem.

When I was younger, I was taught that “perfection” was a good thing. It’s not.

It slows me down. It stops me from sharing my work. Sharing my art, sharing my music, sharing my words.

Worst of all, it makes me self-critical. It makes me judge everything I do and everything I say. And it makes me feel bad. I’m my worst critic. By far. I’m harder on myself than anyone I know.

So my mantra for today is “good enough.” It’s going to be my mantra moving forward. Because my “good enough” is usually pretty damn good by anyone else’s standards.