Ok, so this may not be my best entry because I am forcing myself to write it rather than being inspired as with some of the previous posts. BUT…I wanted to share how I had a conversation with myself when I started this part of my Kaizen journey that I would not let perfectionism quash productivity or progress, especially being a recovering perfectionist.
You may be saying that anything worth doing is worth doing well and all that. There is a difference between doing something well and holding a sign saying ‘Perfection or BUST!.’ I have started my the Artist’s Way journey a few times already. The proof is in my stack of un-completed Morning Pages journals (because I have to buy the journal every time I start, to make it perfect of course!). What happens is I go strong for a week, or 2, or 3…then something happens. I miss a day for some reason. Sometimes a good reason like a spontaneous road trip and I forgot to pack my journal; Sometimes for a bad reason like I hit snooze too many times from watching too much of a MASH marathon and forgot about a morning meeting, then had alot of other meetings, and they are called Morning pages so I can’t write them in the afternoon. It bugs me, but I try to tell myself it isn’t a big deal. Now, because I am telling myself it isn’t a big deal, I skip another day, and another. So, between already missing a day and not being perfect, and then thinking if it isn’t going to be perfect why bother doing it, I quit! Then I beat myself up. Then, at some later date, I start all over again.
So I sat myself down and said “Self, (and for some reason I want to write ‘and I knew it was me because I recognized my voice’), you are going to complete the Artist’s Way no matter what. If Morning Pages become Afternoon, Evening, or even Next Morning Pages, you will do them. If it takes 12 months instead of 12 weeks, that is OK, you will get it done. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it doesn’t even have to be pretty (and some of my journal entries where I kill about a dozen different colored pens definitely do not look pretty, because I must use a colored pen that I feel matches my mood…will save that for another entry though), I will get this done. ALL OF IT! If I find that I have wandered away, when I wander back I will pick up right where I left off and continue my journey, not scrap it because it didn’t fit into the perfect mold I thought it should.”
And why is this significant right now? Because part of the Artist’s Way process is doing a weekly artist’s date to be done solo. I had planned this for Friday evening or Saturday. I haven’t been going out much (ok, if at all really if you MUST know), so I was going to go for a drive to nowhere and just explore anything I found interesting. But of course since I procrastinated it until the end of the week there is always a wrench that gets thrown in.
I got called for work Friday night and figured since they (I thought) were almost done, maybe I would just grab an adult beverage and hang out on the call for morale support. I could still do my artists date the next day. So I had a variety pack of hard seltzer in my fridge I bought on a whim and started drinking. Work was finally done over 3 hours later, after midnight. THEN, I decided it was a good time to have a heart to heart with a coworker, who I can tell was also enjoying an adult beverage (for anyone judging…we were supervising, not executing work, and were by no means drunk). So, next thing I know, we are still talking and drinking and it is almost 4am! I was a little tipsy, but nothing terrible, so just went to bed thinking nothing of it.
UNTIL, I woke up at 8am to use the bathroom and felt so completely drunk everything was spinning. I spent the next 4 hours praying I would fall asleep before getting sick again, and it took a little over 2 hours to accomplish that. Until then, I was gagging at fast food commercials on TV since my tablet was spinning when I tried to read, and could not keep water down. I hurt, and I had done it to myself. Needless to say both my artist’s date and Morning Pages were the farthest thing from my mind.
So, what did I do? The old me would have said, “See, you didn’t even make it a week and messed up everything, your Morning Pages and your artist’s date, is there anything you did right? It is all a mess now so no point in continuing. When you are finally ready to be an adult and do this right, you can start again. You obviously can’t do this now.” BUT, I had already had that conversation with myself. I was going to salvage this and move on. And since I had decided this in the beginning and not in the aftermath, this felt even more OK. It wasn’t me giving myself a pass or rationalizing a failure, but part of what I decided the process would be.
Since the next day was Sunday and I had no set schedule, I did 6 pages of Morning Pages, instead of just 3, to catch up. It actually was challenging since my dreams have been vivid and I have actually been remembering them lately, so that is an easy way to fill 3 pages most morning, or at least the majority of 2. But 6 pages made me think, made me look for those other thoughts that float around in my mind. It was challenging, but I felt like it captured more of the spirit of the exercise this way. It also turns out I have to drive into the city Wednesday so I will do an artist’s date then, as well as another one later in the week. Problem solved, plan made to get caught up, and even feel better off and got more out of doing so.
So, my lesson learned here is to not let perfectionism kill productivity or progress. This reminds me of how some cultures think the cracks in pottery make it more interesting and beautiful; It can be the accidents that have the most impact and meaning.
Yours on the Path of Kaizen,
My Beautifully Cracked and Proudly Imperfect Self