dearest Perfection, how do you expect me to get anything done with all your nitpicking?

Dearest Perfection,

How do you ever expect me to get anything accomplished with all your nitpicking, with your, change that sentence, move that over, change that picture, align this with that, check that word, that content isn't quite good enough, it's too long, the title isn't catchy enough, the photo doesn't go with the text, who are you even writing this to, you need a target audience, you should wait until you have everything ready, until you're super extra awesomely prepared, until you have a 'real' job to support you, until you have done more research, until you are a SEO scholar, until, until, until...

Well Perfection, I've waited long enough, my soul cries out over and over again, "Do it now. Right now. Please. You never know what's going to happen."

So here I am. 4:37 am. Sore wrists. Tired eyes. Excitement crushed somewhere underneath the heaviness of exhaustion. I'm about to hit 'PUBLISH,' and share not just this blog post, but my brand new website with the world, but I'm curious about this thing called perfectionism that I seem to have. Is it really procrastination in disguise? Or fear? Self-doubt? Maybe it's different for everyone. For me I think it's a combination of overwhelm—my mind glaring at the big picture, and questioning how on earth we're going to get there, and then wanting to organize, and write out everything, and set deadlines, and sort through thousands of pictures to find the perfect ones, and, and, and... and then there's the driving desire for everything to look perfect. Absolutely perfect. Yeah, maybe there's no mystery behind my perfectionism at all. A wise person once said, beauty begins where perfection ends, or something like that. So here goes...