I thought I had it under control.
I thought I knew how to make sure it wouldn’t become an issue.
But now I sit and know it isn’t true.
I stare at a finished article. One part of my brain says, “Get your email ready, attach the file and hit send.”
The other part says, “Read it one more time. What if you missed something? What if you could change one more word? What if you could move a sentence or a paragraph? What if you could make it better?”
I just need one, two, maybe five minutes max, I tell myself. It’s not quite ready. Just one more time. I promise only one more time to read it.
Instead, I shake my head, close my eyes, breathe, put my head in my hands and slowly pull my fingers through my hair.
Yes, my greatest strength is truly my greatest weakness.
I am still a perfectionist.
I take another deep breath, sit up straight, stretch my arms in front of me and stare at the article.
It will have to be ready. I write my email, attach the file and hit send.