We waste so much energy in indecision.

The sheer amount of options seem to paralyze us. We make pros and cons lists. We talk with friends and neighbors and therapists and the stranger in the check-out line, but we are left still hanging by the thread of our uncertainty, like a loose tooth that is begging to be pulled out. We somehow believe that not making a decision is the wisest thing to do.

I’m sitting in the public library, surrounded by gigantic plants. I love this spot, next to big windows and big plants. This one to my right is twisted, huge stem resting on the windowsill, leaves pressed against the glass, gulping in the sunshine. It made me think about how we long for light. We long to be noticed, emotionally fed, celebrated and understood.

Whaaaat is this obsession with doing things perfectly?! I’ll tell you my theory: it’s our sweet way of trying to avoid uncomfortable feelings (like failure). When we demand perfection from ourselves, we can leave our work in draft form forever, never to see the light of day (or people’s criticism). Trying to avoid mistakes is akin to trying to keep your teeth sparkly white while you’re eating Oreos.