I spent several months of last year trying to brainwash myself out of self-loathing. It was helpful, in that I learned quite a bit, and the intellectual path is the quickest way to my heart, but I don’t know that it accomplished its goal in any significant way.
The better way, probably, is to keep working on doing the opposite of what my loathing overseer demands, on a pathetically constant basis. I will (try) not to yell at myself for breaking a plate or overcooking rice, or assume everyone else’s ideas are better than mine (until I decide they’re all inferior – or vice versa), or make every moment quantifiably “useful,” or force myself to a certain level of perfection before I share anything with anyone.
That’s where you come in!
I haven’t written much lately, and haven’t blogged nearly as much as I was intending to overall. It’s hard to churn out even two posts a month when every piece has to be without errors, coherent, and cohesive. I’m not saying what I have permitted was good, it just isn’t full of bad-person-mistakes. It’s taken me a while to accept that perfectionism is a problem. To be honest, I still don’t. But I do recognize its destructiveness, and the hypercritical source of it. For some of us, if we don’t perform to a certain standard, we are unworthy of being accepted and loved. That is totally rational, as far as I’m concerned, but I know that I am fucked up and I Am Working On It.
So I am going to attempt to post once a week for the next several months. Putting out that much with work & projects & language study & volunteering & meditation & exercise & dog & guy necessarily dictates a minimal amount of edit time, but in order to head off any sleepless nights and screen blindness, I’m setting some rules around it (which I will Not Hate Myself for Breaking).
This is post number one. Discúlpame.
I love you just the way you are. Don’t worry about being “perfect” for my sake. Here’s to letting go of that perfectionism!
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“For some of us, if we don’t perform to a certain standard, we are unworthy of being accepted and loved. That is totally rational, as far as I’m concerned, but I know that I am fucked up and I Am Working On It.” I relate to this sooo much, I am equally fucked up. And, you are the most perfect you there could ever be. Perfectionism, argh, it’s an interesting beast. Thanks for this great post. I love you
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As far as I’m concerned, you’re worthy of being accepted and loved just by being a decent human being, which you are by far. Best wishes on this quest. ❤
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Hey, how did you get in my head and hear my demons talking like that? Let’s start a trend of willfully unedited, typo-laden blogging.
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We could do it together! With expensive whiskey!
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Such supportive comments from some of my favorite women! Let’s bust that bubble of bullshit, Bitches!
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