Perfectionism

Turns out I am one of them. And it's surprising to me. Around the house, especially with house renos, our collective motto around here is "Good Enough" - this makes me the opposite of a Perfectionist. I believe this is mostly true, except when it comes to certain areas of my life. Life clean dishes, and typos (they drive me crazy), and creating things. That's the big one. I fancy myself a painter, writer, creative type, but the truth of it is, I am only good at these things when I have clear direction. I don't trust myself to just let go and create.

So when Michelle at When I Grow Up Coach started wrecking her journal, I got a bit inspired and ordered a copy for myself. It took about a week to arrive...and the whole time it was making it's way to me, I had a little anxious part of my brain worrying just a little about what I would do with it. Part of it was excitement, it was, after all, a new book, and that is always a thrill on its own, but it was also scared anticipation of just letting go and following along. Eek.

So it arrived on Tuesday (yesterday). I flipped through it quickly at work, cracked the spine as instructed, and put it into my bag for later, much like I would a delicious treat for later.

I thought about it all day, but was just too plain exhausted last night to open it. Then tonight, I had an super awesome productive day at work and thought I would try and continue the trend at home.

So here I am.

I told myself I would open to a random page and just do as it said, but then I turned to the page that told me to take the journal into the shower with me, and I won't be in the shower next until the morning. Then I flipped to another page and didn't really want to do what it said, either. I finally ended up on a page that told me to rip out the page (going against my long-ingrained respect for books...you NEVER rip a page!) and crumple it in a ball.

I did it.

Here's the evidence:

Baby steps, right?

This might be fun.

See, even coaches don't have it all together - I'm figuring it out as I go just like you. How are you stretching who you are?

Stay tuned for more journal wrecking!