Yep, I am procrastinating cause for days I am avoiding to write some things: my books, my courses, my Menopause posts. I am having some anxiety issues when the subject is writing whatever. Hehehe Nothing new, just wish it had improved. At least a little.
Anyways, and how about you? What are you doing at this moment? Did you get some work done? Is procrastinating like me (aka a Pro)? Drop me a line below, cause I do want to know.
Most of the time it is really lonely this thing called blogging. And by any means this is a bad thing at all. However, sometimes it is nice to hear at least a Hi from out there, the other side of the computer. Connect with your energy.😉😁😘
Let me know dropping me a line on the Comments section down below.👇🏼
I personally agree. I believe that every thing we do, speak, think… every behave we have towards another person tells something about ourselves. And we should listen to it.
And I also believe that every thing that bugs us regarding the other is something we need to work on ourselves more than anything. Not necessarily because we are alike that feature in particular but because there is some thing in there that needs to be addressed at some level. What? Only digging, dealing with it will tell.
Well, if I knew the path to solve this dilemma I wouldn’t be here stuck, eating sugar compulsively, procrastinating like a crazy person as if I had plenty of time to do whatever… Instead, I would be out there or just here, getting, in fact, some major business done.
And man, how I need to get some business done. I am desperately for it. Lately I have had so many good ideas that I want to put in practice, so many projects to work on, so many posts to write about, so many things to say, to share… Yep, overwhelming. And of course, I want everything to come across just perfect. As perfect as it is in my mind. And when I start to execute and notice that is not quite like it, I freeze, I get stuck. And I do because I doubt myself and my ability in doing something as perfect as I expect them to be. This curb totally my enthusiasm, my drive to do whatever.
I remember when I was a teenager and wanted to start a journal, write my thoughts or anything that came to my mind in a gorgeous notebook and obviously in a beautiful way. But I never ever managed to started one because in my mind my writing was not that great and my calligraphy was messy, rushy and ugly. So, no way I would be able to journal as “I should”. Therefore, why bother doing it in a first place?…
Right? If in order for someone to be pleased with that action, that level of perfection is required, then probably right.
However, if someone was looking for something else, like a vent escape, a place to anchor their thoughts and let their feelings unfold, then probably wrong.
As I read somewhere recently:
“Perfectionism is the fear of being criticized.”
Not so sure if I agree with that. Because if that is the case, as my example above illustrated so well, ship has sailed cause even before we start or when we are just starting something, we are already being heavily criticized by ourselves. And that criticism never stops. And usually a perfectionist’s critic on the self is way harder than anyone else could possibly be.
But maybe that is why we, perfectionists are afraid of criticism. What if other people’s critic is even harder than ours?
Would that be even possible? Just wondering here…
But if it is, we are so used to our own that it shouldn’t be much harder to deal with other’s harsh thoughts…
In any case, underneath it all, there is a serious mind and emotional game playing on and on that doesn’t allow me to live by the only mantra that I truly believe could break this perfectionism spell: just go and do it, imperfectly, but do it. Because there is no other way to address this matter. No meditation, no therapy, no breathe. Just plain behavioral mindset. Go and do it. Imperfectly but done should be good enough.
It is not for a perfectionist, but it should. That is what keep successful people doing. And greatly.
Because they know there is no such thing as perfection. Just:
Or Imperfectly Perfect.
They know perfectionism is an unreachable goal that we set to sabotage ourselves in doing something, anything. That is why it doesn’t matter to them. Not as much. Not to the point of keeping them from doing it.
Deep inside, I particularly know that to be true, but still, it is very hard to accept that and live by that. Cause even deeper inside we are programmed to reach perfectionism.
But I guess, if we want to move out of this perfectionism hole, this is the only rope around we have. So, that is my plan to beat that perfectionism monster within. Keep doing it. The best I can. Perfectly Imperfect. Imperfectly Perfect. Regardless what my bitchy perfectionist self think.
A quick thought that just came to my mind yesterday morning:
We don’t fight hate with hate, intolerance with more intolerance; if we want to change things, to change situations, to change people’s mind and behavior, we need to shift the vibration to the one we want to have instead. That is the only way we can replace one for the other. Otherwise, one intolerance will replace the other, one hate will replace the other and the vibration will remain the same. We don’t fight fire with more fire, cause if we do, all we will gonna get is more fire. And this extra fire will make the fire even more powerful, not less.
So the vibration.
On top of that, if we don’t bring light to this fight so the other side can see what caring, loving and tolerance is all about and how it feels, how can they shift their own hate and intolerance vibrations since they only know this one?
Love 💕 Caring 🌸 Kindness 🌼 Compassion 💜Those are the weapons to fight this fight and succeed! Vibrate on that frequency to bring that to our reality.
Today I woke up around 3:30. Nothing new since usually I tend to wake up around 2:30 or 3:30 and then I go back to sleep. True that sometimes I am not able to go back and sleep again. Menopause side effect in full force. It still happens, but not that frequently anymore. 🙏 Anyways, the view from my bed when I opened my eyes (and removed my sleeping mask) was this gorgeous, glowing full moon. Looking bright, shining, so close yet so far. She was staring at me, smiling at me, bathing me, watching over me. That was the feeling. I felt embraced, taken care of, caressed. At the same time I was amazed by the beauty and the power of nature, of our lovely Universe.
I inhale deeply that view of this beautiful and bold moon and I could not help but put a huge smile on my face, on my soul. It uplifted me, unexpectedly. It gave me a sense of hope, a sense of everything is gonna be alright if not now, eventually. Because little things in life can make a difference. Just like that, just like magic if we open up ourselves to it. Beauty and hope are everywhere, in everything around us. We just have to see it with a fresh, early morning eyes.