Sometimes, actually it's closer to all the time, I think there's just something "other" I need to be doing, something that is somehow better than what I am doing now.
Sometimes I don't do anything because I can't figure out what would be "best."
Other times, I think of all the "best" tasks and then get quickly discouraged because the tasks take too long or require too many decisions on my part or simply overwhelm me for no good reason.
I'm ready to be done with perfectionism.
I'm ready to feel safe enough to just be.
That day is coming. I can feel it.