And that's why I am thankful that I'm not as bad as I used to be.
I have learned that there is such a thing as "good enough".
I'm still working on it, but I've made a lot of progress.
For instance, when vacuuming, sometimes I will move all the furniture
and vacuum every nook and cranny,
but other times I allow myself to say, THIS time, I'll just do a general cleaning
in the middle of the floor, because it really needs it.
Even though I don't have time to do it perfectly,
it's still worth doing.
Perfectionism, for me, has permeated every aspect of my thinking,
and it has taken me years to accept "less" of myself.
Because, you're right, perfectionism IS counter-productive.
I have been jealous of people who have no thought or care about perfection.
They just do things, and don't care if it's crooked, or imperfect,
or if they mess up and make mistakes.
But hey! At least they're doing things!
There's got to be a happy medium.
That's what I'm aiming for.
I was like this until I realised that the mediocre or rather, the imperfect is true perfection. To be truly imperfect, one has to reach chaos that is not in order of any kind and yet retain enough order for it to be imperfect on it's own.
Quite troublesome to live by.