The perfectionist says not to hit the “post” button for my blog until I know every word is just right.
The perfectionist says not to talk about being a writer until I have the whole book plotted and outlined, and maybe even an agent and publisher in the wings.
The perfectionist says not to go running until I can run every single step of every single mile I attempt.
The perfectionist says not to pursue a relationship until my life is in order and my belly fat is gone.
The perfectionist says if I don’t listen, then everyone will see who I really am: an amateur; a dreamer; out of shape; not all I should be.
But you know what? My blog won’t fall apart if it has a typo. At least my voice is being heard. There’s nothing wrong with being a dreamer, especially a dreamer with a plan. Yes, I’m out of shape; but with every step – walked or run – I’m getting stronger. I’m not perfect, but I have a lot to offer.
I don’t have to be perfect. I just have to be.
I don’t have to go fast. I just have to go.