Before the start of the quarantine, I had long-since resigned that I am a perfectionist. It’s personality trait that I feel bittersweet about. On the one hand, it has been beneficial to my academic success and self-satisfaction. On the other hand, it has been instrumental-- on many occasions—in the destruction of my mental health. In any case, it was always an inside job. I didn’t set out to “fix” this issue but I found myself coping this past week.
To start, I had to come to terms with the fact that I used practicality as a crutch to avoid having to discover more about who I am really meant to become. The next step for us more privileged creatives is to understand the sources of our mental blocks. There are so many emotions and excuses readily available to avoid perfecting one’s craft: fear about this pandemic, lack of faith that adds to anxiety, different creative settings (some of us are used to being an artist on campus but are now home), family distractions, and so on. I will attempt to address all of these sources of mental blocks.
We get it, extrovert. It can be overwhelming to combine your social nature with confinement that does not appear to be time-bound. Cut yourself some slack-- chances are that you have never done this before. We're all a little new to this. It may seem like the Golden Age for introverts right now, but you'll be back to your large crowds in no time.
I'm tired of being stuck in the house bored. Its only my third day out...and I'm already over it. I've seen enough Netflix, Hulu, and Disney Plus ok? I'm Quarantined Out.
