My Perfectionism (and Epoxy Resin)
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What you see here is a page of my hypertext book Me, Looking for Meaning. Initially empty, it will slowly be filled with thoughts, notes, and quotes. One day, I will use them to write a coherent entry, similar to these completed pages. See this post to better understand my creative process. Thank you for your interest and patience! :)
What you see here is a page of my hypertext book Me, Looking for Meaning. Initially empty, it will slowly be filled with thoughts, notes, and quotes. One day, I will use them to write a coherent entry, similar to these completed pages. See this post to better understand my creative process. Thank you for your interest and patience! :)
I realized that my anxiety and perfectionism are connected when I started doing epoxy resin art, which happened in the fall of 2022. I should have probably see the connection earlier, but the truth is that I really started untangling my anxiety only in 2022 with the help of an amazing somatic therapist Erin McCombs.
Unrelated to our sessions, that same year I decided to try epoxy resin art. My 6-year-old son Robin was watching some cool epoxy resin videos on YouTube. After some hesitation, I decided to get the necessary materials and try it myself. When my molds, dry flowers, and the jugs with resin plus hardener finally arrived (not to mention nitrile gloves, protective glasses and a million other things), I was incredibly excited.
Unrelated to our sessions, that same year I decided to try epoxy resin art. My 6-year-old son Robin was watching some cool epoxy resin videos on YouTube. After some hesitation, I decided to get the necessary materials and try it myself. When my molds, dry flowers, and the jugs with resin plus hardener finally arrived (not to mention nitrile gloves, protective glasses and a million other things), I was incredibly excited.
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To my disappointment, working with epoxy resin turned out to be 50% fun and 50% torture. I did create some cool jewelry and design artifacts right away, but the process did not bring me the joy I was hoping for. After applying the looking glass of mindfulness to this mystery and discussing it with Erin, I realized that my creativity-related excitement is tempered by anxiety hiding behind perfectionism...
