I have a strange streak of perfectionism that has stalked me all my life and over the last week or so I’ve been doing battle with it, even in my dreams, as I’ve been struggling with the ‘flu and feeling pretty lousy.
The situation is this: I’ve been doing a course since last September, working hard and reaping the rewards with decent marks. Now I’ve come face to face with the second last assignment ~ a ‘biggy’ ~ due in next week and I know that I just have to lower my standards or drop out. Up to yesterday, I was more on the drop-out road than any other. But, I forced myself to take a look at what people have written about perfectionism and my old friend Leonard Cohen first jumped out at me:
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.
Then came Margaret Atwood:
If I waited for perfection … I would never write a word.
As if this wasn’t enough, I suddenly remembered being in Kilkenny Castle, looking at a marvelous tapestry. (I’m the person who never got passed trying to sew a buttonhole in Domestic Science Class when everyone else had made flowery aprons and sexy blouses.) Anyway, the Tour Guide pointed to a ‘flaw’ in the tapestry which she said had been deliberately put there to symbolise the fact that that ‘humans aren’t perfect.’
So, best get off and start cobbling the assignment together. I think I’ll leave Leonard Cohen playing in the background!