From first to tenth grade, I was always that kid who turned in things at the last minute and got As on them. In eleventh grade and twelfth grade, I started picking blow-off classes, where I would designate the hardest thing I was in and just get a C in it. I justified this with the idea that the time it would free up would let me do even better in the other classes and my grade might be higher overall. The actual reason I blew off classes was that I was scared to mess up when I was actually trying, and at a higher level, I couldn't keep getting As consistently on the first try. College and the real world were harder than eleventh and twelfth grade and my blow-off philosophy really started to hold me back, as I started applying it to more than one class at a time, and then to things I really needed to do. The best advice I've received came from Hemingway by way of a writing blog - "The first draft of anything is shit". This took an unbelievable amount of pressure off. I charged into things, secure in that I would fuck it up and then fix the mistakes. The advice let me stop worrying about perfection and start worrying about doing.
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