During my corporate-mandated furlough I used the opportunity to paint the living room, dining room, both offices, the kitchen, and the bedroom. A daunting task since I've never really done anything like this before. I'm pretty sure I've rolled paint, but that's been about it.
I started with the kitchen because its the smallest. It also had the most trim, something I was unaware was going to take so long. I also didn't tape the woodwork, choosing instead to cut it in by hand with a chisel sponge. Then, using a small roller, I applied the first coat too thick and it ran in places.
The next room I started with the roller deciding to save the trim last thinking it would be quicker. It really wasn't.
The third room I taped. I was amazed at how quick and easy taping was! I thought this would save me tons of time and that I would end up with a better result. I didn't. When the paint was dry after two days and I pulled the tape I was aghast to see that it had bled either through, or under or both. That and some of the paint peeled the paint away from the wall. I guess I should have made an incision between the two prior to pulling.
While all of this was taking place, I was thinking about having recently been told, "You don't have to be perfect at everything." Yes, I have been accused of being a perfectionist from time to time. But I wondered where the dividing line was between taking too long to complete an adequate task and doing a shoddy job?
Granted the trim work behind the refrigerator could have been skipped - who's going to see that? I remember moving many and discovering a fridge-shaped unpainted spot behind. But is that really the point? Surely there is a difference between being thorough and being a perfectionist. I thought about how I did things at work. Usually we're under the gun to get something up and running or fixed as quickly as possible. That leaves little room to dot all the "i's" and cross all the "t's" so I usually don't sweat it. Sometimes we get to go back later and smooth everything over. Sometimes we don't.
dentin once again brought things into focus by explaining that how he perceives himself is vastly different than how others perceive him - sometimes to the extreme. My mother used to tell me not to compare myself to other people. As a youth I didn't understand this because saying something differs from explaining it to them, and I didn't have anyone else to compare myself too outside my contemporaries. As I've matured, however, and understood that I don't require external validation from those who have a life plan vastly different from my own, I see the wisdom in her statement.
So I decided to stop worrying about whether I was being too anal or too lax, and just enjoy the process. To do the job to my own satisfaction rather than to the wildly subjective satisfaction of others, and to remind myself to apply this lesson more liberally in my life :)