Our time together has been…trying. The closer I tried to get to you, the more you moved away. It has become obvious that you really don’t want to be part of my life. And the more I ask around, the more I see you are playing the field and never actually committing to anyone! Seriously, that’s just…not right.
“Perfect Is the Enemy of Done”
I don’t know if you’ve heard this rumor going around about you, but when I heard it, I felt like all the pieces suddenly fell into place. You keep me right on the edge of done, right near the surface of rising, one step away from complete. I thought I needed you to fully bloom, and now I realize you’ve been a big reason why I stay just inside myself, not quite being the best version of ME that I can be.
I also heard you have something of a business partnership with Fear. Actually, more than a partnership. A full on love affair, if you ask me. You obviously work very well together, as your methods are quite in harmony with each other. You tell me I can’t move forward until what I do is perfect, and then Fear whispers, “That’s right. If that essay isn’t perfect, if that picture isn’t spot on, you will FAIL! Do you want to fail? Do you want to be a LOSER? What will people SAY? Then wait…wait until it’s PERFECT!”
I’m on to you. You’ve blurred the lines between “do your best!” and “IT MUST BE PERFECT!” and I have fallen for it. I have fretted over words, obsessed over details in pictures, and replayed imaginary conversations until the wee hours of the morning.
But no more. We’re done. I am moving on. It’s not me, it’s you.
So long, baby!
“Once you accept the fact that you’re not perfect, then you develop some confidence.”