I’ve been obsessed with the writing process ever since I started Meep Moment. I once spent NINE HUNDRED DOLLARS on a new blog idea and then blew the whole thing up just a few weeks later because my writing wasn’t “perfect.” That was five years ago and ever since, a piece of me has been missing.
Perfectionism means well. It wants you to do your best work. But when it paralyzes you and prevents you from sharing your unique talents with the world, that’s when you need to quietly acknowledge it and choose to ship that imperfect thing.
I struggle with perfectionism. It’s been ingrained in my bones since I was a little girl. And although it means well, perfectionism helps no one. It holds you back from sharing your unique gifts with the world. It holds you back from being your amazing self.
Perfectionism makes you doubt yourself ALL THE DAMN TIME.