Good day,
The sun is shining, and I’m feeling good. I'm really trying to embrace not being such a perfectionist. Case in point: I posted this photo on Instagram of my writing, and within minutes, I got so much love. But then, I noticed a hair, yes, a single hair, sticking out inside the photo, and it seriously annoyed me. I know deleting the photo would make me feel better, but it would also mess with the algorithm and let down the people who saved it. My dilemma: should I ignore the algorithm or let go of my perfectionist tendencies? Most of the time, I couldn't care less, but in some moments, it’s like the devil’s in the details, feel me?
1-minute-later-update: I deleted it. Argh. Whatever. I’m proud to care for details, but I’m also proud to not care so much about the algorithm, but I’m also disappointed in being such a perfectionist. Ouf.
This is the hair, btw, makes me nauseous to look at, I’m very happy I deleted it. I don’t even think I can handle having it in this letter but I’m going to challenge myself, damn I’ve got issues for real. Lol.
*cries-in-puke*
This week’s writing prompts:
I choose
Nervous-system safe zones
Every ‘no’ is also ‘a yes’ (elaborate)
Small (but big) pleasures in this marvelous lush life
Write a text dedicated to women and the women in your life
Help, I’m freaking out
Motherhood
Here are my answers to all of them except number 6 and number 7. They’re too personal and belong in another letter dedicated to the topic. When the time is right, it’ll be born.
Thank you for being here!
Xx,
Victoria (so much luv in dis club)