I just sat down to write... yeah, on paper. Yeah. The old stuff.
I wrote this, "Starting something new invig...."
Then I stopped because the line wasn't perfectly spaced in the middle of the sheet.
Then I wrote, "Starting something new invigorates..."
Then I stopped because I didn't like the hand writing.
Then I wrote, "Starting something new invigorates me. Fear of imperfection keeps me working and getting nowhere. Fear of failure keeps me from follow through. Failing to follow through cripples me."
Then I wrote, "I wrote the first line of this private thought 3 times on 3 different sheets of paper until it was perfect... I have a problem."
And that's the truth. And this is a pattern for me.
I'll never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever make my dreams come true if I allow perfection to cripple me before I ever really attempt to launch.