When that used to happen to me I realized the reason was that I thought maybe I was making the wrong choice, no matter how carefully I had thought it out. Later I would wish I had finished the project because I understood my life would have been better if I had.
Eventually I learned to accept the possibility that my choice may be second best. It was an insidious form of perfectionism. It was better to finish a project that may not have been the “best” option than not to have done it at all.
Eventually I learned to accept the possibility that my choice may be second best. It was an insidious form of perfectionism. It was better to finish a project that may not have been the “best” option than not to have done it at all.