I'm composing this blog to avoid working on a lesson plan I agreed to write for Klyde Warren Park. This daunting task mocks me, and I feel frozen and paralyzed. I visited this urban green space yesterday hoping to find inspiration, but nothing has bubbled to the surface. I am battling some serious anxiety. Perhaps it's because I said yes when I should have said no. Or maybe I don't want to create something crappy and useless. The shame gremlins whisper,
"Who do you think you are?" as I type and delete sentence after sentence. Why am I stuck? What is causing all this unnecessary mental anguish?
Perfectionism is a cruel task master. To avoid the negative internal dialogue, I stall, sidestep, and skirt the problem. I mindlessly peruse Facebook and Twitter. I take walks. I read books. All forms of distraction are welcome. A few minutes ago I decided to read about the history of Palm Sunday on Wikipedia.
Really? And now I'm posting a blog. Anything to dodge this dreaded task. The deadline inches closer, and I know I must bite the bullet and complete the assignment.
Tenille, you tell your kids they can do hard things. Quit making hard things harder!
You name two beasts that make hard things harder. Procrastination and Perfection. I am where you are today---but with my taxes. Today I have five hours to put together my taxes for seeing my accountant in the morning. I am procrastinating. I no longer need perfection--it used to take me weeks on end to prepare my taxes. I am happy that I slew one of the ugly beasts. Today I slay the other! Good luck with your work.
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