The Holes of Overthinking and Procrastination
Hang a picture today.
I have a confession: I’m a bit of a procrastinator, a perfectionist, and an overthinker. Bad combo, I know. It’s why it took me several years to get pictures on the wall of my first home. I wanted to hang my pictures only once. I didn’t want to leave a little hole if I decided to move it (and yes, I’m fully aware of wall putty…but I’m also a procrastinator). It’s a disease, really.
This disease is why I’ve been only contemplating launching my blog. It’s been well over 5 years. I wanted it to be perfect: no flaws in page-loading , no thinking kinks, no plastered smile on my author picture. Bleh! My posed pictures always look fake. I wanted a masterpiece from the start. Yeah, I know. (You can relax your eyebrows and wipe that smirk off your face.) I didn’t want to leave any little holes. But here’s the problem- contemplation minus action equals life dissatisfaction.
It creates its own ugly hole.