I have always been afraid of failure. I started this post with several paragraphs about how from the time I was a child all the way through college I was afraid of failure. But I started sounding really depressing and I am generally not a depressing person. The delete button is my friend. Suffice it to say that I've let fear of failure dictate some pretty major decisions in my life.
Fast forward to today. You'd think that someone who graduated with a major in Home Economics/Emphasis in Interior Design would have a beautifully decorated home, perfectly designed and color coordinated. Well, it's not a pig-sty, but it's not what I want. Why? Why is it not painted and tiled and arranged like I want? Because I'm afraid of messing up. I'm afraid I won't do something perfect and I will have proven my fear of failure was founded. What if I don't spackle correctly? What if there are bumps on the wall? What if I don't sand the cabinets right? What if the paint I pick out doesn't come clean very well? What if, what if, what if? I am paralyzed by fear of messing up in my own home.
Now that I've thrown that on all of you, let me say that I'm not all "gloom, dispair, and agony on me." (name that T.V. show) By reading beautiful women's blogs like The Nester at Nesting Place and Kim at A Soft Place To Land I'm realizing that it doesn't have to be perfect. Like the button on the left side of my blog says, "It doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful." That comes from Nester, and slowly but surely I'm letting that seep into my mind.
So last night as I was trying to drift off to sleep I started thinking of things I could just jump in and start. As I attempt to make it beautiful, not perfect, I will keep you abreast of the situation. Who knows what will happen...
Edited Thursday, May 15 10:21 p.m. ~ Did anyone notice that Pioneer Woman quotes the same television show I did? You know what they say, great minds think alike!