Convicted

So I was convicted today. No, I'm not a felon! But a crime, I have committed. (Do I hear Master Yoda in here?...My DH might be the only one who gets that, sorry.) I must make a confession. I've been paralyzed by perfectionism. My friend Jennifer decided to start a blog today, and she did. Just like that...decided to do it and did it, all in the same day. And then she posted on Facebook that she'd done it! I decided a month ago to start a blog, and I did...sort of. But then I had to mess with the look of it, and get that right (it's still not). It hasn't been "just right" in my mind, so here it sits. I didn't have just the right pictures to go with my posts, so I waited to post. Only I didn't post. My computer died on me so I was waiting to get it fixed. I could have posted on DH's computer, but I didn't. Why didn't I? Perfectionism! It's a horrible, nasty, disease. I'm trying to get rid of it, but sometimes I don't even realize it's controlling me. I have this quote above my desk and it stares at me every time I sit here, "DON'T be paralized by perfectionism!!!" Yes, I know paralyzed is spelled wrong. On my quote the "i" is written through and changed to a "y." It drives me CRAZY...every.single.time. I look at it! But I leave it like that to serve as a reminder not to let my perfectionism take control. WOOPS! No, more! This blog is going to be out there. Perfect or not...and it's not...bare with me. Baby steps. :0)