I like to do things right and so I tend to put them off, which makes me feel terrible. To cover my guilt after failing my own expectations, I always resolve to do better than right, then better than better, and so on, ad anxietem, until the distance between what I want and what I haven’t done is enough to crush me. Just in case I’m not the only one who’s learned to pair perfectionism and procrastination for an exponential return in shame, let me tell you a secret: Courage is what I call the strength to finally face my so-so self and just get the job done.
Originally published in Phoenix Song
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