Last week she discussed the fact that five-year-olds are totally uninhibited and claim to have all kinds of abilities: they can paint and dance and sing; they are smart and funny and creative. But something happens between the ages of five and eighteen and all of a sudden our sense of adventure and self-confidence dwindles. If we cannot do something well - I mean nearly perfect - then we tell ourselves that we can't do it at all. Why is this? I hope you were able to discover some falsehoods about this statement this week and have vowed to dismiss the tyranny of perfectionism and instead welcome the joy of experimentation.
This week I will focus on the statement that deals with perfectionism and a fear of failure:
...Art and Fear brings us the story of a pottery teacher who tells half his class they'll be graded solely on the quantity of the work they produce. He'll even use a scale to weigh their output and determine their grade. Fifty pounds of pots would rate an A, for example. The other half would be graded on quality and need only produce one pot - a perfect one - to get an A.
"The works of highest quality," the authors reported, "were all produced by the group being graded for quantity...while they were busily churning out piles of work - and learning from their mistakes - the quality group had sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay." (page 66 of the Inclusion section).Oh my ... does this hit home with me! I want to write - not for the purpose of being published but more for the joy of writing (and the academic and creative challenge). And yet I have such grandiose expectations of myself (even after Anne Lamott has told me that all writers produce sh*tty first drafts) that I don't even start. I would never expect to play the piano perfectly after just one lesson; or to know my multiplication facts after the first day; or to compete in the US Open after my first week of tennis. Why do I expect to write (or paint or draw or sing or take pictures or ......) without lots of practice? What if I knew that the number of pages written a week/month/year would net me the "A" in writing? Being the goal driven person that I am I would most definitely write the minimum number of pages for the A -- plus two extra for good measure. So why can't I do this on my own? Why am I so afraid of failure -- when I am not even sure that "failure" exists?
What is holding you back from trying something new - from daring to take that interest to the next level - from fulfilling your heart's desire?
