Shall I compare thee to a – published writer/New Yorker essayist/head chef/bronzed long-boarding babe/insert any 'ideal' of perfectionism here? Not sure about you but I compare myself to all of these ideals on a daily basis. Maybe even three times a day. Sometimes four, if I'm feeling particularly self-deprecating. Sure, yes, it's human to have those paralysing moments of self doubt, breakdowns over "not being good enough" and a sulk because you've not written a novel by age 30 (did anyone else know that Donna Tartt wrote The Secret History at 28? What had I done by 28? Lived in a shed?). But the comparison/perfection complex has been troubling me for too long and it's about time I broke up with it.
That Whole Comparison Complex
That Whole Comparison Complex
That Whole Comparison Complex
Shall I compare thee to a – published writer/New Yorker essayist/head chef/bronzed long-boarding babe/insert any 'ideal' of perfectionism here? Not sure about you but I compare myself to all of these ideals on a daily basis. Maybe even three times a day. Sometimes four, if I'm feeling particularly self-deprecating. Sure, yes, it's human to have those paralysing moments of self doubt, breakdowns over "not being good enough" and a sulk because you've not written a novel by age 30 (did anyone else know that Donna Tartt wrote The Secret History at 28? What had I done by 28? Lived in a shed?). But the comparison/perfection complex has been troubling me for too long and it's about time I broke up with it.