A facet of my perfectionism, or of my trauma, or OCD, or something, is the feeling that my contribution has to be, more or less, everything, everywhere, all at once. I have not see the movie that shares that phrase, so I don’t know if it deals with this feeling at all, but it’s not a feeling I especially like. It’s both very intimidating, and very lonely — no one else is going to help. I have to carry it all.

Also — and I’m not sure I’d noticed either of these things before — it’s a feeling that denies the value of a contribution that would be unique and specific to me, to my experiences and individual character. Not only does it not honor my individual contribution, it denies to the collective whatever it is I might contribute that *is* uniquely me.

It’s so hard to overcome this, though! It’s so entrenched. And a step beyond that, perhaps, would be actually working with others on contributions that honor not only each of our individualities, but also our unique combination? Our micro-collective? That seems very hard indeed.