Breathe In

What is your relationship to perfectionism?

Another cool morning for my walk, another conversation with the young ravens, some reassuring the swamphens that I value their fluffy ink-blots on legs as much as they do and would never get closer, and warning them on my way back of the black-shouldered kite I saw fluttering over the swamp further down. The little internal flame has kindled a little more, and I am deep in a project that feels so important to me right now, so the one foot in front of the other in the morning is following through to one foot in front of the other at my desk. One finger in front of the other? I think my mixed metaphors are broken today. I have been thinking a lot about perfectionism and how that shows up (constantly) for me. It is not a stray thread loosely woven into my tapestry, it seems to be part of the foundational warp, and it may well be the work of the rest of my life to carefully unpick and weave a new narrative. And yet there are aspects of perfectionism that I would not want to lose either. 

**(Well, I did post this earlier, when it was still morning, or rather I thought I did, but apparently not? Does anyone else have issues posting Notes with a picture on Android? Just me? Anyway, here it is again, though a Breathe Out is imminent too 😊)