I did not allow myself to leave this house until I finished my project. I was not going to put up with any more of my nonsense. Was it difficult? No, it really wasn't. I just had to push past the resistance and fear that it wasn't going to be perfect and just get it done. It's interesting to me that the fear of not being perfect is what often holds me back. It comes up time and time again. And each time I am reminded that the perfection is not in how well I do it, it's in the fact that I am doing it at all.

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