That’s why my counselor asked me to quit reading self-help books for a while. I was OD’ing on tired tomes that only made me feel like a failure. I’d buy each new book, hoping secretly that it would be harder to follow through on than the last one, with deeper mud and more hot wires. I thought that progress had to feel that way. I thought fun didn’t count. That’s a lie. Fun not only counts, but it’s necessary if you want to beat perfectionism and get to the finish.
