that time it took months to write 250 words : perfectionism.

I’m not even going to lie.

I’ve been trying to write this post for hours. days. months. 

Months, y'all. 

WHAT. 

It’s not like this is a Pulitzer Prize winning post. It doesn’t tackle hard things like hunger / cancer / how to drink your coffee black.

It’s a simple post about perfectionism.

It’s the reason that I haven’t posted a blog post in months.

It’s the thing that holds me (and many of you, I imagine) from doing what you really want to do.

Some people see perfectionism as a positive. Others use it as a stock answer for “What’s your greatest weakness” in interviews. My thought: OH, you’re a perfectionist? Then why did you have 23 grammatical errors in your resume…but that's another post for another dya. 

But the sheer notion of “not having it all together” or “not being good / funny / perfect” enough, simply holds me back from doing what I really want.

In recent days, I’ve been urged by several friends and family to get back to blogging.

The initial criticism in my head began: "it’s been too long." "No one really cares."  "You have nothing to write about." 

I began digging into why I began this in the first place: Life is short. There’s too much good in this world to let little things hold us back. I like it. I want it. WHY THE HECK NOT go after it.

So… this is my commitment. To do what I want to do. When I want to do it. And not let the negativity in the world and in my mind hold me back from living this life to the "fullest"... however I imagine that to be. 

Because, perfection is not the answer. I'd much rather have a messy, ridiculous, imperfect life, than one that is "perfect" in someone else's life. Why the heck not?