Since my last post 24 days ago, I turned 40. While it was largely just another day in the life, the last few weeks in total have been exhausting and taking a toll on my writing, photography, and socializing. I am desperately seeking motivation and inspiration in various arenas of my so called life. While I am not going to bore you with all the whiny details, I will admit that the monsters and ghosts have taken over (so to speak).
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” ~ Stephen King
While I was out, I did a little soul searching and came to an important realization about myself. My name is Jane without an E, and I am a perfectionist. No, that does not mean I am perfect or that I even think I am perfect. Not even close enough to perfect is good enough for me. Yes, it does mean that I strive for perfect in all things. When I cannot do something perfectly, I do nothing at all. This is why I have issues. However, I want you to have no worries about me because I am making my first Six Feet Above declaration: Work on being less of a perfectionist and more on being perfectly imperfect. Don’t you like the sound of that? All work and no play makes Jane without an E a dull girl, so I will be around here, there, and everywhere more frequently with less interruption as I promised on January 1. In the meantime …
Wait. Maybe I should be saying “Fuck it. It’s not important.” But it is what it is.
