18. Auckland, Aotearoa. Female. Bibliophile. Coffee Addict. Ravenclaw. Amity. Cabin 6.

The perils of perfectionism — and what to do about it



Stuck moment: I’ve painted myself into a corner again! I missed the deadline, kept asking for extensions — which means that there’s zero wiggle room for mistakes. The pressure’s really on now but, if I can’t hit it out of the park, why bother?

For the perfectionists of the world,…

"When you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.”
— Neil Gaiman, Coraline (via hqlines)

I hate that my brain goes into automatic panic mode as soon as I find out about something or someone that the boyfriend hasn’t mentioned. Like just now, went onto his FB in procrastination boredom, and there was a selfie with him and two friends of his, and my brain just gets all “why didn’t he mention this at all?”, “who else was there?”, “maybe he didn’t tell you because of the someone else there”, and I am like what the fuck brain, don’t be a dumbass, but fucking hell, the fact it happens makes me feel sick. I am pinning it on stress at the moment, but I need to sort it.