Reflecting on my journey adulting thus far in life, I can safely say that I've been operating as a full blown perfectionist. Without getting too deep into the weeds of the destruction of perfectionism, let me just say that one of the most challenging effects for me is that I can take too bloody long to do the things. 

Y'all, getting shit done perfectly is totally exhausting. And, given my current status as a human, it's also not actually a rationally possible thing ...  

Perfectionistic thinking keeps us believing  that there is always something we can add, tweak, smooth or remove to make it better... whatever the "it" of the moment is. So, thus my masterpieces are really, really, effing slow to finish. Putting imperfection out would mean I might be ousted as flawed.  

Perfectionism is for scared people. - Brooke Castillo

This cycle of perfecting, overworking, critiquing, revising, etc...

So I did this thing yesterday...

I gave a talk on Self Confidence to a luncheon full of professional (and completely sober) women. I got excited about this subject while going though my coaching studies a couple of months ago. I got so pumped up about sharing it that I made an offer to Holly Fish to let me speak to WIN (Women In Networking) Pulaski… but the offer wasn’t just a run-of-the-mill talk. I knew it had to be more than just a "5 things to remember when you do hard stuff” kind of talk. I knew I had to actually get up there and DO some hard stuff!

So, channeling my inner Brené Brown, I closed the talk out singing Journey’s "Don't Stop Belivin'" ... complete with air guitar, shaky vocals and nauseated belly. In the preparation and anxiety filled anticipation of this 100% self imposed torture, the most amazing thing happened: I 100% had my own back.

I trusted I would be a soft place to land on the other side of doing said poop-in-pants inducing...