Slap #031: Perfect is a Prison
And you’re the one locking the door.
You want it to be flawless. The launch, the message, the body, the career arc. So… you wait.
Re-Review.
Tweak.
Polish.
Update.
Rearrange.
And while you’re waiting to make it “just right,” others are out there posting, shipping, living.
Perfect doesn’t impress. Done does.
I used to wait, preparing endlessly for that perfect finish. It was this stanza from a poem of Rabindranath Tagore that set me going:
The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.Waiting by Rabindranath Tagore (Rabindranath TagoreWikipediahttps://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Rabindranath_Tagore)
What are you terrified of?
• Looking silly?
• Getting judged?
• Not living up to the imaginary standard you invented at 3 AM?
Here’s a plot twist:
Perfectionism is fear with makeup on.
The messy middle is where the magic lives.
Every “overnight success” you envy started with clumsy beginnings.
You don’t level up by waiting.
You level up by doing it messily, learning in public, and showing up anyway.
This slap was for me first.
Hope this one struck (pun always intended) a chord as well. Sing.
Until tomorrow.
What are you still perfecting that should’ve been published last week?
