Last night, I wrote a crappy poem.1 I then wrote a mediocre poem.* It probably was a crappy poem, too, but I decided to work with it. It was slightly better than the outright crappy one, and I needed to work on a poem. I needed to work through the crappiness. Why? I believe that embracing crappiness is a part of being a writer. It’s only in writing the crappy thing that I can move onto writing something better – if only by a few degrees.
perfectionism
Taking a Hard Fall
I have a fear of falling. I thought I overcame it during my martial arts days, but I didn’t. I’m still afraid of falling, and my recent adventures with roller skating and jumping on a trampoline have brought my fear to the fore.
The Problem with Perfectionists
The problem, albeit not the only one, with perfectionists is that their perfectionism isn’t limited to their areas of expertise. Oh no. Their perfectionism knows no bounds. They have to be perfect in everything they do.