Perfectionism
The curse of a perfectionist, even a slow one, is not to begin a project because one thinks he will not be able to do it perfectly or even half-assed well, as so many disheveled looking artist-types with ugly blazers and bad hair that make you want to be just like them. Such is a day like today for me. I ignored the internet while accomplishing other tasks like making a yummy breakfast, reading, re-hemming a pair of jeans, fixing a hole in another pair, walking to the alterations place to get the waistbands fixed (such seamstress-ing is at present beyond my grasp), and chatting with my new neighbors about our landlord. But such ignoring is not without its consequences. Because I always feel bad about the things that I’ve left undone. I’m slowly learning to pry such feelings out of my heart’s ninja grip, but that is another slow process. So I feel bad about not posting much on the blog today, or finishing cleaning the dining room, or finishing organizing my negatives, or finishing / starting about a billionty other projects I have in my studio / brain. But right now this is me, doing something imperfectly. Jesus help me to embrace it and move on with doing things.