The Pursuit of Perfection

I am perfectionist.  All “I”s dotted, all “T”s crossed.  Everything in its place and a place for everything.  Angles aligned perfectly at ninety degrees.  Then, and only then, is it presentable.

The problem is I never reach completion because there is always room for more.  More edits, more revisions, more tweaks.  I become stuck in analysis paralysis, always almost, not quite, never enough.  The end result is often failure as I walk away in defeat.

Such is the state of my writing career.  I ponder each paragraph on the page.  I scrutinize every word in each sentence.  Not quite satisfied, I walk away, promising myself I’d revisit the issue later.  But the result is still the same: NOTHING.

After years of spinning my wheels (going absolutely nowhere), I am trying something new:

Instead of perfect, I will strive for done.  With that in mind, I will end here.

DONE.