Mike passed the stack of test papers over his back to me. I lifted one off the top, sniffed the blue mimeograph ink, then passed the rest behind me to Laylah. The teacher instructed us to begin. It started out easy enough; all I had to do was select the proper word, from two or three choices, to complete a sentence. I quickly answered several before I hit a roadblock. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember the difference between “want” and “went.”
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My mind was going, “I know this; I studied this; why can’t I think of it?” Worst of all I thought, “I have to get this right.” I raised my hand and asked the teacher for help. She explained that she couldn’t help me because it was a test.
I looked at the two words again and again. The more I looked at them, the more confused I got. They began to look like the same word.
The teacher announced that we had just a few more minutes to finish the test, and I still hadn’t gotten past this one question. I realized that I wasn’t even going to be able to finish the test. I panicked, and began to cry. I was 6 years old, in first grade, and already I was a perfectionist.
That perfectionism spilled over into every aspect of my life. I recall getting plastic models of cars, planes, and ships as birthday gifts. They were fun to build, but I was frequently frustrated by the modeling glue. Too often I would accidentally smear the glue on the outer surface of the model, ruining its finish. I would get so angry at the “imperfection” that I would throw the model in the trash rather than complete it.
The problem is that kids don’t become perfectionists on their own. It begins with a critical parent, who pushes their children to succeed, often for the sake of their own pride and glorification. My parents were constantly raising the bar. I may have cried over tests, but my sister’s perfectionism went even higher. She made straight A’s all the way through elementary school, high school, and college, but not without a price. She was hospitalized twice with stomach ulcers from the stress.
Perfectionism is a demotivator. It can cause someone to sacrifice his goals too soon. Perfectionism also leads to procrastination. Surprising to many, procrastination has nothing to do with laziness. I recall many times as a young man having trouble beginning a project. I would gather all the materials I would need. I’d go over the instructions multiple times. But I was reticent about taking the first step. Deep down inside of me was doubt—doubt that I could accomplish the task without flaws. Knowing that it wouldn’t be perfect prevented me from even starting.
As a writer, my perfectionism manifested with me doing tons of research, taking copious notes, mapping out extensive outlines, but hesitating over writing the first paragraph. When I did actually write something, I would never show it to anyone. I feared the criticism. If it weren’t for compliments from my high school teachers on essays that I “had” to turn in, I may never have developed the confidence to become a professional writer.
I began both my writing and speaking careers as a perfectionist. Over time, my perfectionism devolved into mere over-achieverism. But the difference between the two is huge. You see, the solution is to focus on the journey and not the results. The journey is where and when you get to be creative, experiment, and take risks. As I became more confident in each skill, I relaxed and learned to enjoy the process instead of the goal. Today I write as much for fun as for profit. I take risks with my writing, and can’t wait for people to read it.
I know a number of people who have had great ideas for starting a business, but whose perfectionism never allowed them to begin. I understand that. The first company I owned was a dealership in a multilevel marketing business. I would procrastinate in doing any selling until I had followed all the rules, read all the materials, listened to all the recorded seminars, etc. I kept thinking that at some point I would accumulate enough knowledge that I could do the work fearlessly. Instead, I spent tons of time in preparation and little time in actually doing. As a result I failed.
My next company began without intention and grew organically a little at a time. I made a necklace for a girlfriend. Her friends loved it and wanted one, too, so I made more. Then their friends wanted necklaces. I started making earrings, too. I even got some stores to carry my products. Before I knew it, I had a thriving jewelry business. I believe it was this early success in business—where everything didn’t have to be perfect to get started—that enabled me go on to found numerous companies. The idea is to start somewhere doing something, then you can build, adjust, grow, tweak, learn, and add on as necessary.
In 1997, when I first became a professional public speaker I would practice a speech until it was perfectly memorized. I was terrified of making a mistake. It was the actual making of some mistakes that helped me get over my perfectionism. Somehow I didn’t die right there on the platform, and people still enjoyed my presentation. Eventually, with each new experience I became more comfortable in front of an audience; I worried less about failure and kept calm. If I did make a mistake—I could laugh it off. I was enjoying the journey.
If you are a perfectionist, the trick is to allow some imperfection into your life a little at a time so that you can get comfortable with it. Like any other addiction, you must wean yourself from it.
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