Get out of my face, Grammarly š
Micro-dosing imperfection and embracing mindful rebellion
Itās no secret that Iām a perfectionist. I hold onto control for dear life, like Iām sitting on one of those mechanical bulls. Swaying and gripping and trying not to fall, I do whatever I can in my power to control the uncontrollable force that is life and human complexity.
When I inevitably fall off the mechanical bull, it stings. I bruise. I think to myself, What could I have done to hold on tighter? What can I do differently so that I donāt fall off next time?
Each time I fall, I learn that falling is inevitable. I (reluctantly) come to terms with it. But once I hop back on the bull again, sometimes I forget. Not falling off becomes the ultimate goal once again.
I have a complicated relationship to āthe rules.ā Perhaps itās the potent combination of religious indoctrination, people pleasing, my gender expression, racial identity, and neurodivergence.
When confronted with spoken or unspoken rules, I feel an internal pressure to do everything perfectly.
If I donāt do things perfectly, people wonāt trust me.
If I donāt do things perfectly, Iāll let people down.
If I donāt do things perfectly, Iāll feel disappointed in myself.
If I donāt do things perfectly, Iāll feel embarrassed.
If I donāt do things perfectly, Iāll probably go to jail for accidental tax fraud or owe the IRS a bajillion dollars.
When confronted with spoken or unspoken rules, I also can feel resentful.
Why is this so important to you?
Why do I have to do it this way?
This isnāt that big of a deal, who cares?
Why are you making this so complicated?
F*ck that, f*ck you.
(ā¬ļø HOW YOUR EMAIL USUALLY FINDS ME)
Embracing Mindful Rebellion š¤
When people ask me how to ābe more consistent,ā my go-to answer is to be intentionally inconsistent.
Years and years ago, when I was still knee-deep in neurotypical self-help culture, I read a book called Finish by Jon Acuff. My biggest takeaway from the book, something that Iām only just now realizing contributes to my consistency mentality, is that sometimes you have to choose which balls youāre going to drop.
I cannot possibly be the perfect marketer, business owner, employee, sister, daughter, friend, roommate, cat mom, U.S. citizen, community member, etc. at the same time. (I technically canāt be the perfect any of that at any time, but donāt tell my brain that!)
With every big goal, season of life or business, there will be high and low priorities. With all the plates youāre juggling at any given moment, some are going to fall and break if you donāt choose to put them back in the cupboard for a bit.
I donāt forsee myself ever not being a perfectionist, no matter how many books I read, podcasts I listen to, therapy I do, or communities I join. As long as I live in a capitalist society and have to āearnā a living, I will probably be striving for perfection. When I make a mistake, itās going to initially feel like the end of the world to my nervous system. Iāve learned tools along the way to help mitigate those feelings, but that doesnāt stop them from happening in the first place.
Broken plates arenāt the end of the world. But if they feel like the end of the world to you, wouldnāt it be better to mindfully choose which ones to put down?
Micro-dosing Imperfection š¤
Hereās a control freakās key to losing control⦠have some control over where youāre going to lose control. LOL.
A while ago, I reinstalled the Autocorrecting Daddy that is Grammarly on my browser. I canāt remember why I did it but it was probably some perfectionist spiral about misspelling something in a newsletter or growing tired of obsessively Googling whether or not two words should be hyphenated. (I purposely did not Google āmicro-dosingā so do me a huge favor and donāt correct me if Iām wrong!)
As a former copy editor, grammar has always been something I look out for. When I re-read something I wrote and catch a misspelling, I kick myself. I still remember some of my biggest typos in school and published work.
But Grammarly is effing annoying.
With Grammarly, the creative liberties I take in my writing are second-guessed, shamed by red and yellow underlines. Yes, I know that was a run-on sentence ā Iām doing it for comedic effect1!
I recently decided not to allow my perfectionism to wreck my creative flow when it comes to writing. Iām pretty sure yāall arenāt here for my comma placements and perfect hyphenations anywayā¦
So if my spelling gets a little out of control, itās okay⦠because Iām in control of not caring.
What plates are you putting away? š½ļø
Thatās just one example of how I pre-decide what plate Iām going to stop spinning, for my own sanity.
Another one is response time via email. I had to un-train my brain after working in corporate America for so long that emails are not emergencies. If it takes me a few days to get back to someone, thatās okay.
Sometimes the plates (or balls, if youāre Sporty Spice) I choose to put away/drop are seasonal or situational. When Iām going through a tough time, I allow myself to show up imperfectly in relationships. I may not respond to texts, or ask people how theyāre doing as often as Iād like.
If Iām in a busy season, I will probably show up on social media or Substack a lot less, or at least differently. (I stopped writing Mindful Little Emails back in February because it was getting to be too much. Iām not sure when Iāll start juggling that plate again but itās safely tucked away for now.)
Soooo⦠what plates/balls/bulls(?) are you going to put down/drop/get off of this summer? Would love to hear!!
With peace, love and broken plates,
Andrea
A perfectionistās way of pre-communicating imperfection
Here are some easy prompts that you can make your own!
[For email signatures]
Excuse any typos! I wonāt judge yours either.
My response time does not = how important your email is to me. Appreciate your patience!
I respect boundaries around personal time and rest. If you receive this email while enjoying either, please respond when youāre back to work. I promise to do the same!
My typical response time is 48 hours, but Iām only human! I appreciate your patience.
[For potential clients you want to work with but canāt take on right now]
Hi [name],
Iām so honored you want to work with me, and Iād like to work with you too! Right now, Iām committing my time and energy to other projects.
Iād like to give you the best value and experience, which requires more bandwidth than I have at the moment. Would you be willing to wait [number of weeks/months] to get started?
Again, Iād love to work with you but I understand if our timelines donāt align. Let me know your thoughts.
Thanks,
[name]
[For social media posts or bios]
[Platform name] isnāt a really [fun/helpful/enjoyable] place for me to show up right now. You can get the best of me/my work here: [URL to newsletter or other platform]
I donāt check DMs often so feel welcome to connect with me here instead: [email or contact link]
[For your audience]
[For friends and family]
Hey there. I know I havenāt been as responsive lately. Iām [working on something important to me/going through something difficult/not feeling like myself/etc.] right now. [Can I reach back out to you when Iām ready?/Can you check back in with me in a few weeks?/I may not be responsive for a little while longer, I hope you understand/etc.] [Appreciate/love/miss] you.
Affect? Effect? I donāt know, I disabled the grammar police!





I put the "have a clean car" plate down and let me tell you, my black car is filthy! We mountain bike often so the car gets covered and recovered with dirt from the the trailheads. Sometimes, I think I should be embarassed by how dirty my car is. Then I tell myself, "having a clean car just isn't a priority in this season of my life." Having fun is dirty, so I'm trying to embrace the dirt. š
You always capture the tumult that is also going around in my brain. Not being seen as āa problemā or to cause anyone else any unpleasantness, I am šÆ willing to make myself miserable. At 44 Iām finally realizing I have to get out of my own way. Iāve spent so much time worried about it doing what Iām doing ārightā Iāve neglected to see there isnāt one. Capitalism and white supremacy culture told me there is a āright wayā but no matter what I try, itās never going to be me. My race, gender, body type, neurodivergence, and other intersecting identities make that clear.
Youāve helped me see that putting down the ball is better than throwing said ball at someoneās faceā¦.generally š