Growing Pains

Now that I’m getting the hang of filming most days, I’m learning how to navigate the facepalm feeling. For example, the last video I posted, my fingerprints were all over my iPhone camera. Whoops! Terrible video quality.

*Facepalm*

In the beginning of this journey, as my social media manager, editor, and husband tells me, “It’s quantity right now that’s important.” Which means that my sweet little perfectionist brain has to let these feelings go.

I know I mentioned in my last post that perfection doesn’t exist, and it doesn’t. Understanding that perfection is unattainable at a core level has taken years of therapy!

Even so, I want to do my best. The deep down facepalm feeling is that my best is not enough. It’s been re-iterated many times to me throughout my whole life that there will always be someone out there doing whatever I’m doing better than me. (Thanks, Mom.)

Another whoops happened when I referred to the silver skin on my pork tenderloin as a kind of fat. It’s actually is a thick fascia of connective tissue that surrounds each muscle, so in reality I wasn’t removing the fat at all!

*Facepalm*

I grew up in the Deep South in Mississippi. I had a lot of folks message me directly to let me know not to remove fat from the pork tenderloin. Whoops! Thankfully my social media manager, editor, and husband says that engagement on my content (even if negative and corrective) is still good for the channel.

Which should make the mistakes feel less embarrassing, I guess?
But honestly, I am still here explaining myself like a good little ADHD girl, letting you know that I didn’t mean to get it wrong. 😳

Funnily enough, these are insignificant errors to the whole of the project.
Making errors as you go, figuring out how to best solve the problem or finish a project is totally fine. It’s all part of the process. Trust the process and enjoy the successful outcome after working through it. Take the learns, and finesse the process. It will get better!

Maybe you go back and repair, maybe you let the little ones slide.
If I listen to my husband, and I often do cause he’s pretty amazing, then the little errors of this project will likely have no bearing on the overall success.

It doesn’t have to be perfect, and neither do I. And neither do you.

Make a pact with me. When you feel a facepalm moment coming on, acknowledge what you think you did wrong, remind yourself it’s not as embarrassing as it feels, and then let it go.