From Under the Elder Tree

perfectionism

I am a messy perfectionist.

While I am very, very aware that I am not perfect and can’t achieve “perfection” (what does that even mean), I regularly allow my perfectionism to get in the way from actually accomplishing anything. From creating. From enjoying,

That herbalist who I mentioned in the last post said, “perfection is the enemy of done.”

I have a lot of ideas and good things I’m working towards. But it’s easy to bypass all that and miss the moments in the day that are, in my head, a little less than.

Maybe it’s the area I live in. Not everyone is rich, but most people are put together. Rich cities surround the area. I don’t know if it’s the effect of social media or that we all thing we have to be these perfect trophy wives. I don’t know.

But I just don’t create because I don’t want see the imperfections in my creation. I care what other people think and how I look.

I don’t like the internet because it’s heavily edited and through a filter. But I want to be heavily edited and through a filter. Maybe you won’t be able to see me.

It feels good to write. Even if it’s a couple of disjointed thoughts at 5am.

I am intending to keep writing, not use AI and post content that’s not fully thought through. Just allow it to be what it is .