When I was a freshman in college, I wanted to try out for the football team. Given my 5’7” soft frame, this makes complete sense. You can’t keep a tiger out of the jungle.
I decided to become a field-goal kicker. I bought a stand and a football at a sporting goods store. Late at night, I’d sneak into the stadium in Birmingham, Alabama, and practice my kicks.
Had I ever kicked a field goal? No. Had I ever played a single down of football? No. Did I ever make a field goal during my privatemidnight practices? Also, no.
So then why did I think I could walk on as a field-goal kicker for a Division I college team that occasionally played schools like Auburn?
Because I am crazy.
That was a foolish goal.
You’re not as foolhardy as me, but you probably tend to overreach a bit with your goals, too.
We all supersize our goals at the beginning and the reason why is simple.
Perfectionism.
In the middle of a goal, perfectionism gets real chatty. The first thing it says is that you won’t be able to do something perfectly and you shouldn’t even start. Far better to give up now than waste all that time and fail.
Perfectionism trots out a laundry list of reasons you shouldn’t begin. You’re too old. You’re too young. You’re too busy. You have too many goals and don’t know which one to focus on. You don’t have enough money or support. Someone else has already done the exact thing you want to do. Someone smarter with better teeth.
If you ignore this initial barrage and start something, perfectionism changes its tune completely. Now it says that you have to do it perfectly. It’s the only possibility that is acceptable.