Recently I’ve had a few weeks break from creating. I can’t say it was intentional, that I did it to get recharged or something like that. Mostly, it was my mind taking over, my insecurities and fears being in charge. I went to a place of extreme judgement of my work, as well as myself.
Perfectionism is a sneaky little bastard. It gets into all the places of our lives, and we get so used to having it there that we become blind to it and take it as our normal.