I’ve been brewing an essay on the illness that is perfectionism for a long time now. It’s not quite cooked yet.
But this morning, after a terrible loss in our community, the thought came out like this:
Be a beautiful wreck. Be a cracked vessel. Be a magnificent mess, or just an ordinary one. Ask for help. You can be weak, wrong, sorry. You can begin again. Perfectionism is a terminal but curable disease. Fight back by surrendering.
My friend Erik Contzius of Make Tech Better was inspired to create the image above out of it. Thanks, Erik!
(Coming soon on Perfect Whole: more about editing a manuscript than you ever wanted to know.)