Perfectionist Monster

I’m a perfectionist. Shocker, huh? It keeps me from trying new things, and from completing the things I do try. Fear of failure.
A story in the NY Times today (actually an excerpt from the book Better by Mistake: The Unexpected Benefits of Being Wrong by Alina Tugend) captures it pretty well-

… they cannot get crucial feedback — feedback that would both stop them from making similar mistakes in the future and make them realize that it is not a disaster — because they won’t risk punishment or alienation for a blunder. And such a drive for perfection takes a heavy psychological toll, because every flaw, no matter how small, is cause for agony.

Ok, I wouldn’t use the word agony. Frustration works, though. You may (or may not) have noticed that this blog has been nearly silent, aside from the photos I post now and then. Part of that is by design, but the fact is that I’ve written and re-written— and then deleted— countless posts over the past few months because they didn’t meet the internal editor that sits in my brain. It’s not just the blog, either. I’m avoiding other projects, even little things like selling a bunch of the perfectly good but unnecessary crap we’ve collected over the years. Easy thing right? But I want to do it right. I want to make sure I get the best price I can with the least amount of effort. Since I’m not confident that I can… I do nothing.

I’ve fought off the perfectionist monster before, but I’ve fallen back into bad habits.

Side by side with the fear of failure sits the fear of being made a fool of, or being taken advantage of. I’m horribly cynical but I’ve been using that cynicsm as a crutch, something that can excuse me from putting myself out there and taking risks.

Which all leads to this: I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and work on a project that may or may not succeed. I may spend a couple months working long hours, and finding that A) it just doesn’t have legs or B) I’m being taken advantage of with false promises. But I’ve got to break out of this perfectionist cycle, and this is as good a place to start as any.

Here goes nothin!

Photo by knitsteel on flickr.

Three words: Drop, Deepen, Frame

Chris Brogan does this thing where he chooses three words that will be his focus for the upcoming year. I’ve known/followed him since early 2007 and seen him trace along a decidedly non-linear path that seems to work quite well for him. I’m sure those three words each year have something to do with it.

I’m giving it a shot this year.

Drop: There’s good reason for the name of this site. I’m easily, and readily, distracted. Rather than fight, I’m learning to embrace it. To not feel like a failure if I don’t complete a project. To not delay the leap into something new until after some imaginary end point of something else. I consider this a privilege of age; as my future shrinks the list of things I’ll get done does as well. So whether it be a project, a book, a movie, a philosophy, even a relationship, if it’s not working for me, if it’s boring me, if it’s not moving me towards a goal (even if that goal simply to be engaged, or happy), it’s dropped.

Deepen: When I’m done dropping, I’m left with what really matters. If it matters, then I need to put the effort in to add substance, to build something I can be proud of, something I want to share with the world. Deepening = strengthening.

Frame: The photographer Chase Jarvis came up this simple idea to build a creative life: Create. Share. Sustain. A friend of mine posted a link to this simple health-focused project this morning: 100 Days of Movement Challenge. I’m learning to appreciate the value of a framework in helping move things forward, getting to done, and finding creative freedom.

What are your three words? Drop them in the comments :)!

Cookie the Fluffball

Cookie got a hair cut today. This is how she looks.

This is how she feels about it.

This is what she reminds me of. Poor thing.

Happy Thanksgiving! I Have My Camera (again…)

2009


2008

2007

Adventures in Hair

I was just reading this story, Why Can’t Middle-Aged Women Have Long Hair? in the NY Times.

It got me thinking about my own hair adventures. It wasn’t until relatively recently that I realized that most women pick a style and stick with it for decades. Interesting.

Short-haired me in the middle next to my brother (who really is a boy) and my sister who had hair long enough for a ponytail.

When I was really little my mom kept my hair quite short. I clearly remember at around age four wondering if maybe I was a boy, since it seemed like all the other girls, including my slightly younger sister, had long hair.

Mom was right, should've skipped the hairband.

In early grade school I let it grow. In fourth grade on school picture day I whined about wanting to wear a read headband, and my mom wouldn’t let me. I did it anyway.

I kept it long, went for regular trims, and had a relatively normal hair life for a few years, but at the end of 7th grade I decided I wanted it short. The result was very short- and very lopsided.

Straggly, lopsided hair, a polyester shirt, and big glasses. Hey, it was the 70s.

Mortified, I didn’t get it cut again for two years. Not even a little trim. As it grew it began to develop more of a wave, but I didn’t know how to deal with it (these were the days before ubiquitous “hair product.”) I spent my early teen years with straggly, lopsided hair.

The boy kept dating me right through this mess of a hairstyle. No wonder I married him.

When I was 15 perms were huge, so I went from long, straggly lopsided hair to a tight poodle perm. This, too, I ignored and let grow out. Eventually I got the perm cut off, and ended up with a cute, short cut. It was in this cute, short hair phase that I began dating the boy who would eventually marry me. Luckily timing was on my side.

But oh, I didn’t learn my lesson, and I continued the cycle of bad cut, occasional perm, grow it out for a year or so. We’ll skip right over the years where I gave up on stylists and cut my own hair. Yes, there was a mullet in there. It wasn’t intentional, I just lost track of where I was cutting.

Sporting the pinhead look at Disney. The insanely large fanny pack didn't help the situation.

About eight years ago I was sporting a cute little hairstyle (fun fact: it was styled by future Jerseylicious star Gayle Giacomo) that my mom loved but I thought made me look like a pinhead. I decided that I needed either a smaller body or a larger head to pull off the short hair look.

As I let that one grow out I began to deal with the bangs. I’d had bangs pretty steadily since I was 17, no matter the style or length of the rest of my hair. Over the last few years I’ve gone through phases of growing them out, then suddenly deciding that I miss them and having them cut back in again.

I’m letting the bangs grow out now, so my hair is about shoulder length to blend them in. I’m shooting for nice long layers just down past my shoulders. I finally have a regular appointment with a good stylist to keep both the style and color in check. I think my hair and I might finally be ready to settle down. At least until I’m convinced that middle-aged women should have short hair.

Playing with reverb

Just some messing around- one of these days I’ll get him to let me record/post something real.

Downsizing Screens

My ability to concentrate on the task at hand has been deteriorating for some time now (which should be obvious if you only read the title of this site.) I grew into a bad habit of idle web surfing, which can easily masquerade as productivity (especially if I’m surfing around web design sites, freelance sites, productivity sites, in the interest of research… ) but of course it’s really not.

Trying to reverse this trend, awhile back I moved my “office” out of my bedroom and into our den. Our family PC is in here as well, and the room is doorless, opening out to our dining room and the rest of the house. The counter-intuitive idea was that real life going on around me would pull me away from online distractions, and I’d be forced to focus more when I actually sit down to work. The lack of a door has been an issue at times, especially when I need to talk on the phone, but all things considered this has worked out pretty well. I’m also feeling less isolated.

I have a chunk of time when the rest of the family is at work/school to get the concentration heavy stuff done, and because I know this time is limited I’m less likely to wander off into “research” that doesn’t directly have anything to do with the task at hand.

So things are better, but could be better still. And as I’ve thought about this I’ve realized that I’m routinely pulling my brain off the rails by glancing over to my left. To my left is a second monitor. I’ve been using two monitors for over three years now, beginning when I replaced my PC with a MacBook and attached it to a full size monitor. The idea, of course, is that I can have more screen real estate for all the visual elements I’m working with. But when I really, really think about it, the second screen rarely serves a purpose other than “home for Tweetdeck.” When I glance to my left, it’s to read up on Twitter.

Now, some (you?) may say just don’t run Tweetdeck all day. Yes, that could be a solution, but I do get great value from Twitter so I’m simply not willing to take such a drastic step (you could say if not for Twitter I wouldn’t be in business.)

So instead I’m going to try going back to one monitor. My current computer is a 24″ iMac so it’s not like I’ll be suffering for screen space. That plus using the Spaces feature which in effect gives me as many monitors as I could possibly want means I won’t really be downgrading. I’ll run twitter on a hidden Space, get the benefits of having it run all day, but not be so easily distracted by it as I am when it’s always there, to my left.

It’s another little change that could hopefully have a big impact. And my second monitor already has a new purpose, to replace the just-died one that was attached to my old MacBook, which is being used as a second family machine. Happy solution all around, I hope!

Lenses for my “Special Eyes”

I’ve been wearing progressive lenses in my eyeglasses for about three years now. Generally I love them. They’re comfortable, and allow me to see near and far without a stupid line in the middle of the frame like bifocals, or having to rely on reading glasses when I wear contacts (I’ve tried multifocal contacts, they just don’t work for my special eyes.)

But I spend most of my time in front of a computer, and they aren’t quite good enough for that. The area for reading is very small, so I find myself tilting my head back at an awkward angle to get the clearest view of my screen.

There must be some special lens just for computer use, that has the magnifier in the center as well as the bottom, but I imagine I’d need a second pair when I need distance correction. As it is now I’ve learned to tilt my head forward while driving to get the clearest view for distance.

All this head tilting can’t be good for me.

Pigtails /cc @starmike

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My nest and my view for the evening


Metro One ad

If you clipped this coupon or called this number in 1988-89 it's quite possible that I was the person who convinced you to get that cell phone ;).
(see the rest of the ad and a really interesting timeline of cellphone marketing here.)

My hair has a kinda @zaneology thing goin’ on

Happy Fourth of July!

Caps

Water balloon toss loser

Front row!