I am proud to call myself an imperfectionist. Are you one too? Take this simple test to find out.
- When frosting a cake, do you skip the “crumb layer” and just start slathering that stuff on there?
- When sewing, do you skip the basting step, and use as few pins as possible?
- When doing carpentry, do you conveniently forget the mantra, “Measure twice, cut once”?
- When practicing a piece of music, do you more often than not say “good enough” and move on?
- Do you like yourself anyway?
If you answered No to any of these, congratulations–you have standards. If you said Yes, welcome to my world. Imperfectionists unite!
Nothing like working in the worlds of food, crafts, or arts to remind me how much I don’t care to push myself that extra step. After fifty-some years, however, I have found the one area where I can’t stop polishing, tweaking, fixing, de- or re-constructing: WRITING.
It’s hopeless. I’m a words girl. When it comes to words on the page, good enough is never good enough.
I think I know why. Writing was my first success, something people have told me I’m good at since grade school. Therefore continuing to improve has a high promise of reward, and I think the urge is deeply rooted in my psyche. Adult stuff like sewing? I’d have to work WAY too hard to get any compliments there.
Come to think of it, I’ve had compliments on my pies from a young age too. So there you go.
Am I on to something? Anyone else out there a perfectionist in only SOME areas? What are they, and what accounts for their special place in your otherwise imperfectionist life? Note: all you perfectionists out there, feel free to chime in too.