Permission to be wrong, and to change my mind.

I’ve been wrong about a lot of things. When I was young, I was taught that I had to have all the answers, and those answers needed to be correct. Somewhere along the lines I learned perfectionism. Instead of publishing and iterating, I harshly criticized my own work when I got stuck, so much that I stopped sharing. If we know each other, you know I have dozens of ideas. Sometimes I make those ideas happen, but far more often they stay on a post-it or in my notebook. Why? Fear of being wrong, of not being perfect, and facing criticism. An author friend recently told me that facing others’ reactions is a muscle. So I will aim to build the habit to publish more ideas. Some of them will be wrong. I can always change my mind.