I consider myself a recovering perfectionist. Over time, I’ve come to realize that it’s perfectly acceptable to do a good job on any given task, as opposed to an absolutely perfect one.
After all, perfectionism is ultimately counterproductive. Inordinate amounts of time are spent on a task when we insist that it needs to be perfect. Consequently, there’s that much less time for completion of other important tasks.
It’s good to have high standards for completion of a task. Nevertheless, demanding that each and every task always be completed flawlessly is really not in our very best interest.
When I developed chronic illness, it absolutely became imperative for me to shed my impossibly high former standards. There was so much less energy to accomplish my tasks.
Therefore, I realized that I could no longer afford to waste my precious reserves on completion of relatively less important tasks. Yes, my struggle with perfectionism occasionally raises its head. It’s resurfaced recently, in fact, with tasks that are required for both my teaching and clinical positions. I’ve had, once more, to tell myself that good is good enough.