Fabulously Imperfect

I know I'm not alone in this, but today I spent nearly 2 hours uploading a kid's activity book to Amazon, after doing multiple edits to the text and it still had problems and it's not what I really wanted, but I put it up anyway.

I am Fabulously Imperfect in a world where perfection is lauded and imperfection is abhorred.

I don't embrace imperfection. I suppose I should. Most people probably carry that feeling of "not good enough" in the work they do, whether that's writing, community work, service industry and so on. But the feeling gets me thinking "Why bother? It's not any good, anyway. You can't do this."

It takes me time to make those thoughts shut up and sometimes I just sit with it and ruin my day. And sometimes I've learned that I can have a conversation with the thought, acknowledge its presence and say in my head, "Yes, I know you're always with me and I don't have time to talk with you right now. Come back some other time." Like getting rid of an unwanted door knocking solicitor.

Did I mention I hate this?