Showing posts with label goals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goals. Show all posts

Friday, February 15, 2008

On being perfectly imperfect


Artists who seek perfection in everything are
those who cannot attain it in anything.

~ Eugene Delacroix (1798 - 1863)




“Why haven’t you written on your blog?” my friend asked the other day. “It’s been a month since your last post!”

I know, I know. I have a half-dozen, half-written posts, but can’t seem to finish any because they aren’t, well, perfect. None of them are perfectly humorous, or perfectly insightful, or perfectly inspiring, or perfectly relevant, or perfectly thought-provoking, or perfectly anything – except perfectly incomplete.

For as long as I can remember, people have called me a “perfectionist.” In my youth, I was secretly pleased at this label, for in my limited understanding of that word, I believed that meant that when others looked at my work or my accomplishments, they saw perfection in them, and, therefore, perfection in me, as well. At the same time, I never quite believed that could possibly be true, because all I ever saw were flawed, damaged goods – both in the things I created, and, sadly, in this person God created, this incredibly imperfect person staring back at me in the mirror every morning.

I take some small comfort in the fact that I’m not the only one who thought of “perfectionism” as some sort of positive trait, albeit one with negative undertones. I’ve read many-a “job interviewing how-to” article that suggested answering, “I’m a perfectionist!” when asked by a potential employer what your weaknesses are because, these experts reasoned, what kind of employer wouldn’t want to hire someone whose primary “flaw” was their desire for perfection?

What I’ve come to realize over the years is that it truly is a negative trait (at least, as it is manifested in me), and one that has severely hampered my ability to find pleasure in life. That sounds somewhat maudlin (perhaps this post will be perfectly depressing in the end!), but as I come to understand this undeniable trait of mine, I recognize that my perfectionist tendencies tend to rob me of joy.

While some researchers might suggest that perfectionism is a healthy motivator for reaching goals, I am living proof that, quite frankly, it has altogether the opposite effect. I do believe there are “healthy strivers” who desire to excel, but they are not to be confused with perfectionists, who will often not even attempt to reach a goal for fear of failure.

Why this sudden introspection? As I sat here in my office staring at my whiteboard, still covered with lengthy lists of New Year resolutions, I came to a startling realization: aside from a couple of items which were immediate, must-do tasks, I had not accomplished a single goal I had set for January, let alone for the year as a whole; nor had I even begun. My procrastination in getting started on my list had eventually led to complete paralysis.

Let me tell you: it was an ambitious list. And after doing a bit of research on what it really means to be a perfectionist, it made perfect sense that I would set these kinds of goals for myself. The Counseling and Mental Health Center at the University of Texas-Austin has a web page devoted to perfectionism, and they don’t pull any punches:

Perfectionism a double-edged sword… a duel with oneself, the ultimate “no-win” situation. Perfectionism is not a healthy pursuit of excellence. Those who strive for excellence in a healthy way take genuine pleasure in trying to meet high standards. Perfectionists on the other hand are full of self-doubts and fears of disapproval, ridicule and rejection. The healthy striver has drive, while the perfectionist is driven.

They then proceeded to list differences between perfectionists and “healthy strivers,” including the fact that perfectionists set standards (goals) beyond reach and reason (versus the healthy striver who sets high standards, just a bit beyond reach).

The site continues with a list of myth-busters regarding perfectionism, including this gem, which perfectly (pun intended) sums up my own inability to post regularly to this blog, among other things:

MYTH: Perfectionists get things done and they do things right.

REALITY: Perfectionists often have problems with procrastination, missed deadlines, and low productivity.

Psychologists find that perfectionists tend to be "all-or-nothing" thinkers. They see events and experiences as either good or bad, perfect or imperfect, with nothing in between. Such thinking often leads to procrastination, because a requirement of flawless perfection, in even the smallest of tasks, can become fearfully overwhelming. The perfectionist believes that the flawless product or superb performance must be produced every time. Perfectionists believe if it can't be done perfectly, it's not worth doing.

Such beliefs often lead to undesired results. A perfectionist student may turn in a paper weeks late (or not at all), rather than turn it in on time with less-than-perfect sentences. A perfectionist worker may spend so much time agonizing over some non-critical detail that a critical project misses its deadline.

What does it matter if one is a perfectionist or not? Because the costs are high: According to multiple sources, perfectionists are vulnerable to clinical depression, low self-esteem, performance anxiety, writer's block, workaholism, obsessive behavior, compulsiveness, suicidal thoughts, loneliness, impatience, frustration, and anger. And that’s the short list.

So, upon further reflection, I began to see a repeated pattern in my life – in my professional life, my personal life, even my spiritual life:

Perfectionism –> Procrastination –> Paralysis

No doubt identifying the problem is the first step towards overcoming it. And, so, a revised list of New Year goals may be in order. I’ll be writing those down… just as soon as I come up with the perfect list.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

On being a closet organizer...


In the absence of clearly-defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily trivia until ultimately we become enslaved by it. ~
Robert Heinlein




I’m afraid this quote by some guy I don’t know (which I stumbled on quite by accident… when I went looking for quotes on goal-setting) pretty much sums up my life. Or, at least, the past 18 months of my life.

Since moving to Alabama, I’ve been a SAHM (“stay-at-home mom” for those of you unfamiliar with the acronym), something I never always wished I could do. Yet over the past 18-odd years, I somehow found it a relief necessary to work outside the home, at least until my kids were old enough to be in school all day, thus allowing me eight uninterrupted hours for napping blissful soul-searching and personal growth and development.

And I’m happy to report that, in the past 18 months, this is what I’ve accomplished:


……………


Nothing. Nada. Zip.

Not a blessed thing.

OK, I did get a new house in order. A job that should have taken all of two months, but due to my obsessive-compulsive nature desire for perfection, took much longer because I had to completely repaint the entire house, including the closets.

Yes, that is sad, I know. Ever since wandering through a model home one day (a favorite weekend pastime of ours when we lived in Virginia during the crazy housing boom) and seeing this incredible kids’ room which featured, among other things, a closet that was painted in a contrasting color to the room, I’ve not considered a room “finished” until I’ve ripped out all the cheap ClosetMaid contractor shelving, patched five million dozen holes the size of a moon crater, and repainted not only the walls, but also the ceiling and trim. All in a space no one will ever see except said occupant of the room, and even then, it’s unlikely my fine handiwork would be evident behind the racks of clothes, shoes, toys, books, games, purses, hats, sports equipment, and various other junk that probably shouldn’t be in the closet yet somehow found it’s way in (like empty pizza boxes and soda cans, and let’s not even go there). But when the closet is EMPTY, it looks really cool!

And let’s not forget the organizers. The closet organizers that I saw in the model home that coordinated beautifully with the painted closet and were going to solve all our clutter problems, and these weren’t the cheap contractor grade wire shelves that leave lines on your sweaters and make it impossible to slide your hanger more than 5 inches without hitting some obstacle, oh no. These were the laminate, you-can-build-and-install-it-yourself-if-you-have-an-engineering-
degree closet organizers that were destined to make us feel like we were living like the rich and famous but without the bank account to back up the lifestyle, because it was drained to pay for the closet organizers.

When we moved to Alabama, I said, “Enough!”

That’s right, enough. If we’re going to spend a small fortune on organizers, let’s get the very best. Elfa.

So one Saturday around 11 am, shortly after having moved to Alabama, when we were still giddy from having sold our house in Virginia during what would prove to be the early days of the now-obvious housing bust, and actually had money to burn (which is to say we had a paid-off credit card with an available line of credit burning a hole in our pockets), I said to the kiddos, “Let’s go to Atlanta!”

They were so excited! A trip!

It took two hours to get ourselves ready, and another five hours to reach our destination: The Container Store!! I spent four hours designing the perfect closet organizing systems, nearly had a heart attack when I saw the prices, but put on a brave smile and ordered enough to deck out two of the 10+ closets in the house. Please don’t even ask me what the kids did during this time frame, because I really have NO idea, but I can tell you that when I got back to Alabama, I still had three children in my van, and I’m pretty sure they all belong to me, although sometimes I wonder.


I think I’ve lost complete control of where I intended to go with this post.


Oh, right… I was going to talk about my goals for the new year, and how, in the absence of goals, we tend to get so wrapped up in the trivial routines of life that we can no longer imagine setting, let alone reaching, any kind of goal beyond the monotony of our daily life… or maybe that’s just me.

More on that tomorrow, after I drink my coffee, skim through the paper, catch up on the posts at my favorite forums, drink more coffee, take the dog out for his “daily constitutional,” read my favorite blogs, post some comments, do my devotions, play the piano for a bit, shower, eat breakfast, drink more coffee, update Quicken, pay a few bills, send some emails, play a game of Spider, make a to-do list, drink more coffee, check to see what’s in the refrigerator, look for the source of the stink coming from the kitchen (ah! it’s the dirty dish cloth!), unload the dishwasher, take the dog out for a couple rounds of fetch, go fetch the balls he’s chased but then left out in the woods, work a Sudoku puzzle, check to see if anyone’s posted a comment in response to my comments, then respond to those comments, and wonder why it’s noon and I haven’t accomplished anything on my to-do list, including updating this blog.

But, as you can see, I’m very busy.