✦ On perfectionism: 008

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Perfectionism wasn’t vanity. It was armor. If you made it flawless enough, no one could get close enough to find the flaw in you. You learned to pour every unmet need into the quality of the work - and call the exhaustion discipline.

Perfectionism isn’t high standards. It’s fear wearing the clothes of excellence.

The work was never the point. You were. And you - unfinished, uncertain, mid-becoming - were always more than enough to begin. The woman who ships the imperfect thing and survives is far more powerful than the one who perfects it alone forever.