We all get stuck sometimes, living in the shadow of unrealistic expectations. We hold ourselves back, paralyzed by pride and the fear of judgement. We ruminate on failures, using them as an excuse to numb ourselves. We overthink every step, building mountains out of molehills until the simplest task feels like climbing Everest. The joy gets sucked out by the grind, and we never celebrate our accomplishments because they’ll never be perfect. But there’s another way. We can stop the overthinking and just start doing. We can embrace imperfection and admit that nobody expects us to be flawless. We can act with confidence and a happy heart, knowing that progress, not perfection, is the goal. We can even celebrate failure, because it’s a teacher. Let go of the fear and just do it. Imperfection is beautiful, and it’s the key to unlocking the joy in the journey.

What we do

• Living life trying to live up to something that was completely out of reach
• Not doing things because of pride, worrying about what other people think
• Letting failure feed our thoughts, then play them back, just to give us a reason to drink
• Over thinking everything we did to the point where we gave up or created such a climb it made it hard work
• Making everything a real grind, toiling over it so much in our mind, that when we actually did whatever it was, there was no enjoyment
• Never celebrating the completion of anything because it wasn’t perfect

What we should do

• Don’t overthink, just start doing what needs to be done
• Admit to yourself that you’re not perfect, you are setting the standard, other people will not give a toss
• Do everything with confidence, with a happy heart, except that it has to be done
• Celebrate failure, without failure we wouldn’t learn
• Let go and just fucking do it
• Thank god for imperfection

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We chase a phantom, a distant gleam, 
A life out of reach, a gilded dream. 
Pride holds us back, a whispered fear, 
Of judgmental eyes, a silent sneer.
 
Failure's a feast, a bitter wine, 
We replay its scenes, in the heart's decline. 
Drowning sorrows in a shadowed cup, 
As overthinking winds forever up.
 
Mountains we build, of doubt and fear, 
Simple tasks transformed, a toiling year. 
The joy of doing, lost in mental strife, 
No finish line crossed, no dance with life.
 
Perfection's ghost, a haunting snare, 
No room for triumph, no joy to share.
But what if we dared, to break this chain? 
Cast off the doubt, the self-inflicted pain. 
 
Start where we stand, no need to plan, 
Just do the thing, let the journey expand.
Imperfection's charm, a badge we wear, 
Release the burden, the need to compare.
 
Confidence blooms, where shadows retreat, 
Embrace the stumble, the bittersweet.
Celebrate falls, for lessons learned, 
Let failure fuel us, a fire that's burned. 
 
Let go the reins, and simply fly, 
Do it with passion, an intentional high.
Thank the universe, for flaws and all, 
For it's in the cracks, that beauty can sprawl. 
So live, love, create, with a joyful heart, 
This is the life, a brand new start.