Strung out on Perfectionism….


Oh yes. Posting here as a reminder, from the wise Anne Lamott. Time to get busy with dreams.

Oh, and I’m sick to death of people-pleasing. It’s my go-to, though my performance is patchy. I am spending far too much time agonizing over whether people like me or what I do or what I write or what I make.

Time to throw myself into things like I toss myself into ukulele-playing – with gay abandon, loud singing, and no worrying about the outcome. How about you join me?