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Perfectionism and the Enemy of Progress aka thoughts at 3am when I can’t sleep

20 Sep

Long story short, progress is slow and it’s just way easier to make quick posts on instagram than WordPress. Woops! One of my hold-ups is reluctance to make a post unless something is “finished”. When sewing, that’s easy enough, but with my house, that’s proving to be more difficult because I don’t have a single room that I consider “finished”. Perhaps this is due to latent perfectionism (or not-so-latent *cough*) and then there’s that awful aspect of social media where we only want to show curated parts of our lives. You know what I’m talking about… the photos that are perfectly staged but just out of shot is a complete mess (no resemblance to my life, of course *shifty eyes*). I’d like to think I’m mature enough to realize that nobody’s house really looks like the staged photos, but it can be difficult to not fall into that trap and perpetuate it as well. If you are one of those people that doesn’t have a messy corner somewhere in your house I’m seriously questioning your sanity. Then again, considering my main objective while cleaning before someone comes over is usually “to make it look like a sane person lives here” I may not be the right person to pass judgement. Moving right along…

My plan is to try and use the blog as incentive to get some things done and documented. They will not be perfectly staged photos of a perfect life. Some days I feel like I’m just trying to keep the whole place from falling apart (like the one night I had water coming through the walls during a torrential downpour. That was fun. Not really.) My sewing studio is still full of boxes, so those of you that are here solely for sewing content, I apologize. It’s still going to be awhile before I’m able to start that up again. I hope you do stick around though. 🙂

One of the interesting things about blogging as an introvert is the strangeness of putting my thoughts out into the open web. I admit that I struggle with this as I’m a very private person but I’m also somehow compelled to share and connect with people. For example, I go though cycles in instagram where I’ll have my account open and then get freaked out by the idea of just anyone being able to see my life. On one hand, it’s nice to have people follow you who appreciate your posts. On the other, there are a lot of strange/scary people out there. So which is the more powerful motivator? The desire for human connection or fear of people? Guess it depends on which day you ask me.