Just recently I mentioned, that I’m rarely, if ever, able to meet or exeed the expectations I have of myself. This, in turn, immediately leads down the road of procrastination. I do exceptionally well with putting things off. This is true especially, when I demand damn near perfection from myself with regard to the finished product…
My mind is made up. I would like to make a handmade book for my hairdresser, as a thank you. And no, not for cutting my hair, that’s what tips are for. No, this personal and from the heart gift is supposed to express my thanks for her patience with me, for listening and giving good advice, for a hug on a bad day, for our deep and meaningful conversations. I mean she goes well beyond the usual chit-chat, and always takes her time with me. That’s a whole lot to be thankful for, am I wrong?
So, the last time I had my hair done I asked her about color preferences and other details to help me get ideas and inspiration. That was almost three weeks ago. Did I get started in the meantime? Oh no, no! I do have ideas tumbling about in my head, but I’m afraid to begin. Afraid? Yes. Because I have the expectation of myself, that this handmade book for my hairdresser needs to turn out damn near perfect. At the same time I already know that it won’t. Questions arise, like if I am not going to be satisfied with the result, why should she be? Or will I make a fool of myself, giving her something like this? My saving grace is, that I didn’t promise to have it ready when I visit next time. I don’t necessarily have to give it to her before Christmas, either. Time is on my side, and that helps a lot. Not with procrastinating any longer, but instead, to focus on the details.
In the end, I’m using food packaging that would end up in the bin otherwise. That’s what the lovely ladies of my favorite YouTube channels say time and again. And they’re right. Why does it have to be damn near perfect anyway? This book will be handmade, with my heart put into it. Doesn’t that make it more valuable than perfection? And why can’t I get that through my thick skull?
Trivialities & Intricacies 