I disappoint myself on occasion. Some people might argue it’s my perfectionism rearing it’s ugly head, and they’re right at times. I sometimes hold myself to an untenable standard. Other times, I have a legitimate reason to be disappointed with myself.
If you’re making mistakes, it means you’re out there doing something. And the mistakes in themselves can be useful. – Neil Gaiman, “Make Good Art”
Mistakes are good things. They’re also incredibly hard for the perfectionist to make. The perfectionist desires and loves control. She wants to know the outcomes before the outcomes arrive. She wants to tread safely.
If you’re a perfectionist – if you live with the reality of perfectionism long enough – you’ll realize the only way to win against perfectionism is never to surrender to it. If you surrender to it, you’ll accomplish little, if anything, but, if you fight it every single day, you just might make something. No, it might not be anything good, grand, or perfect, but it will be something, and it could be the very something that someone else needs.