In all seriousness, I could tell you that it was ridiculous for you to beat yourself up because I love your writing, but I doubt it would do any good (but you should listen to me!!!)
We're both extraordinarily similar in our recovering perfectionism. I once had this machine of an eventer in my barn. He was one of those warmbloods that are so well bred they look alien, like a praying mantis. He had been pushed to do the upper levels all his life and he'd anticipate mistakes to the point where he would start freaking before a mistake actually happened. When he came to that point, we'd have to stop work for the day and try again later -- so he never got very far in his next life as a lazy, fat pet for a private owner who was a violist.
One day a visitor was watching the violist and her horse work and said, "That horse needs to learn how to play blue notes."
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Date: 2009-08-12 07:09 pm (UTC)In all seriousness, I could tell you that it was ridiculous for you to beat yourself up because I love your writing, but I doubt it would do any good (but you should listen to me!!!)
We're both extraordinarily similar in our recovering perfectionism. I once had this machine of an eventer in my barn. He was one of those warmbloods that are so well bred they look alien, like a praying mantis. He had been pushed to do the upper levels all his life and he'd anticipate mistakes to the point where he would start freaking before a mistake actually happened. When he came to that point, we'd have to stop work for the day and try again later -- so he never got very far in his next life as a lazy, fat pet for a private owner who was a violist.
One day a visitor was watching the violist and her horse work and said, "That horse needs to learn how to play blue notes."
And that way of thinking eventually worked.
We need to learn how to play blue notes.