Working, working, working and honing, honing, honing

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“I recently interviewed David Burns, author of “Feeling Good”… In his more than 35,000 therapy sessions he has learned that the pursuit of perfection is arguably the surest way to undermine happiness and productivity…

Have you ever obsessed over a report when your boss said it was already plenty good enough? Have you ever lost an object of little importance but just had to keep looking for it? Do colleagues often tell you, “Just let it go”?…

This left me wondering: what if trying to be average could actually accelerate your success?…

Overachievers have such high expectations of themselves that their “average” might be another person’s “really good.” So instead of pushing yourself to give 100% (or 110%, whatever that means) you can go for giving 75% or 50% of what you usually might offer. This idea is captured succinctly by the mantra, “Done is better than perfect”…

The word “perfect” has a Latin root; literally, it means “made well” or “done thoroughly.” Another translation would be “complete.” And yet today, we use it to mean flawless…

To understand why, we need to understand the role of fear in perfectionism: “If I don’t perfectly [fill in the blank] something terrible will happen.” Often perfectionists are so used to this anxiety that they no longer even consciously recognize it; it’s just the fuel that keeps them working, working, working and honing, honing, honing… [Read more…]

Feeling Good

Michael Bublé and 15-year old Sam.  Sam sings a few bars.  Bublé’s reaction?  Sam’s facial expressions? Priceless.


And if you haven’t had enough of Bublé (one of Burnaby, B.C. Canada’s favorite sons) and “Feeling Good”, here’s the full version…

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Heal tapping with Bruce…

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It’s 6:45am. (Monday)  I walk out the door.  Cold air bursts to greet me.  Mother Earth’s greeting: GOOD MONDAY MORNING Pal!  My morning wake-up call.  I scramble to get into the car.  I turn up the heater.  More frigid air in a frontal assault.  I rub my hands together vigorously. And shiver.  I back the car out of the driveway and get on the road.  My fingers scroll the dials to find Bruce.  Stop on “Radio Nowhere.”  I dial it up.  Way up.  And set it to run a continuous loop.


↓ click for audio (Bruce Springsteen – “Radio Nowhere”)


I just want to hear some rhythm.

My car is running on mid-grade and running on Bruce – – who is now coursing through the car. And coursing through me.  

The Sun, a mere 100 million miles away, finds her way through my windshield to warm my skin.  (I feel more lift.  She’s pulling me. Pulling me up.  I’m thawing out.  And my bones are telling me…It’s a good day.  I’m feeling good.) [Read more…]