I walked about thirteen blocks enjoying the cottony mist on my face and thinking about how being outside, doing the walk, I could see so much more than I could from the warm safe comforts of home. It was in the doing, stepping out into it, that I was able to see my way forward.
Maybe your clothes are getting a little tight, or you haven’t been writing as much as you want to, or it’s taking forever to finish that book you’ve been reading. At times like this I find myself drawn back to using a technique I used when I wanted to cut back on drinking.
Last night after work following an unusually warm October day, my daughter and husband and I went down to the beach. We chased each other on the sand, watched the sunset, sat close on a blanket munching crackers, and my husband went for a swim.
And in the manner that typically plays out between mother and grown daughter I thought, wow is she off the mark. But it sat there and it marinated and I came to have a little deeper insight on it. I realize now that there are two different kinds of perfectionism. I had not recognized that the tune I was dancing to was one of them.