I Think I’m Obsessed With Being Right
“Many people become so obsessed with being right about their life that they never end up actually living it.”
I read that this morning in Mark Manson’s The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck (lol) and it’s stuck with me all day.
This could apply to so many things but it’s got me thinking about indecision. My need to know something is going to work before I try it. My need for answers to questions that don’t have them.
Because that’s what I do. I overthink. I overanalyze. I have this instinctual need to put a long-term plan on everything. Which is a quality of mine that can be a real strength, but not when it manifests itself as perfectionism. Because perfectionism leads to indecision. And indecision leads to inaction.
I get so obsessed with making the right move—the right choice—that I don’t make one at all.
I get in the headspace that I’m stuck with something for good. That if I choose to take on a certain type of freelance client that means I’m committing to that kind of work forever, and I have to rebrand as the person who does that and only that because specialize, right? I worry that if I go on a date with someone I’m essentially committing to a long-term relationship and I that I won’t be able to change my mind later on, so, better decide from the get-go if they seem like father material. (?)
Better make the right choice, Kate.
No turning back, Kate.
I seem to think I should be able to know how something ends before it even beings.
Which, wow, feels just a ridiculous to type as it does to read.
Taken along Dundas West in Toronto. A reminder to stop doing that to myself.