Perfection Is Procrastination

I would like to contribute my own bit of information to help spread awareness of the well-being of mental health. Every day for me is Mental Health Awareness Day, and I know as a minor sufferer of OCD that even the slightest things in our lives come out with a large impact.

Today in my English lesson I was writing a Gothic Narrative. I had write up about 100 drafts in the process of getting it to where I want it to be, and it still isn’t yet there. I found some really interesting information about how procrastination isn’t actually linked to perfectionism, but to a grudge of an emotional ‘waterfall’. I can say myself that I am very restraint of procrastination and hold a strong shield before it. Yet, it isn’t the same for all of us…


Chronic procrastinators often hold misconceptions about why they procrastinate and what it means, psychologists have discovered. Many chronic procrastinators believe they can’t get started on a task because they want to do it perfectly. Yet studies show chronic procrastination isn’t actually linked to perfectionism, but rather to impulsiveness, which is a tendency to act immediately on urges.

People may assume anxiety is what prevents them from getting started, yet data from many studies show that for people low in impulsiveness, anxiety is the cue to get going. Highly impulsive people, on the other hand, shut down when they feel anxiety. Impulsive people are believed to have a harder time dealing with strong emotion and want to do something else to get rid of the bad feeling.

Some people claim they purposely leave things to the last minute because they work better under stress, but true procrastinators get stressed out by the delay. It’s arguable whether the quality of their work is actually better than if they had started earlier.

I can’t leave possibly leave things a day after the activity has been set, and this is why often my mind is like a roasted peanut. I get told off for being such a ‘perfectionist’.

And clearly I may be a procrastinator?



The Beginning of a Greater Journey | Songwriting

My introduction to the world… I started life with longer years but they keep on getting shorter. Well, in my head anyway.

Here’s a song I wrote on the subject, and I’m just too self-concious to post the tune. But maybe if you keep up with my Instagram it will be on My Story…

Writing songs is something I do all the time, I think maybe I should start putting them out there, along with the poems and stuff. I know what’s more popular, but they say to be yourself?


Taken from my Instagram @kittyjadeonline

And another year passes.

My mind goes old.

Not my fault, it just goes so quickly.

And I’m speeding up the pace as every year goes faster…

Than the last.


And as every year grows longer.

I set more goals.

But it keeps on getting faster.

My mind grows old.

Oh what am I gonna do without it anymore?

Without the time that I could of spent some more.

And the pace it gets faster as,

My mind grows older.

And I don’t know what to do anymore.


Faster and faster. Around they go.

Faster and faster. To hope I say no.

What am I gonna do without it anymore…

Without the pace as it quickens:

I’m really old.



Who Is This Erin Anyway?

Who is this Erin anyway?

Erin is a weird person. She never shares her face on her blog because she doesn’t want to be judged, her opinion is enough to decide if she’s good or bad. And, that’s an opinion too! Erin used to write very long informative posts, but now they’re short and sweet, because she doesn’t have the time herself to read such posts. It’s best to make/write what you would read, and are genuinely interested in.

This is the first time Erin had ever written directly into WordPress, without previously writing on Word or Pages. She did this because she just wanted to put out what she was saying without overly editing it – she wanting to feel in a blogging vibe as she wrote about her blog.

And now she gets up off her chair, to go downstairs and grab her phone so she can upload some photos to place on this post.

She’s back now, she’s satisfied now everything’s in order. This is because she suffers from OCD. She is starting to overcome it slightly, stretching her allowance on schedules for a bit of a set back, without ‘working under pressure’ even though she sometimes thinks that’s how she works best.


Erin is proud to know Zoe Ware – she is a great blogger, photographer and YouTuber. The fact that they’ve spoken to each other lightens up her day. Because in the future she can say “I knew Zoe Ware as her career was taking off.” Isn’t that amazing?

Similarly with other bloggers, she loves to know such wonderful beings just as their petals are opening to invite sunlight. She would list them all, but it would take so very long.

Oh, and her classmates. Isn’t it wonderful to think that the nerd in the corner will be the next Einstein, or that the popular girl will become this amazing blogger? Even Erin, the weirdo in the corner, has a blog. Not many people know, they’d call it ‘sad’… but at least she has something to do, something to set goals for. And in her art too! She loves to create her art, knowing that no-one has created before.


She glances over at her phone, to see that her mum has just WhatsApped her. Ah, she loves her family. As she writes she is at her wonderful Granny and Granddad’s. So fortunate. And the biscuits, what’s a Granny without biscuits? Coming home from school on a Thursday to her feels so nice.

I’m Erin. Oops, I took over the narrator. But I’m here, I’m alive. And for once being awake isn’t a bad thing, because I wake up to so many hobbies, so many packed schedules…

With things I love.

And near the top of that list is this blog.

The Clouds in My Head | Poem

Dark and grey,

It was a cloudy day.

I couldn’t see through it.

It was in my head.


Light and blue,

A cloud or two.

I couldn’t see depression.

It was in my head.

adult black and white darkness face

Photo by Juan Pablo Arenas on

Heavy and yellow,

Clouds like marshmallow.

I couldn’t see around it.

It was in my head.


No, I couldn’t see through it. 

It was in my head. 

My head has no eyes yet the ones that face forward.

Because you’re never in front, I can’t see behind.

I’m not losing the race for the one who’s blind.

Why September Was The Worst Month of My Life | Recap

I need to tell myself that a new day should really be a clean slate.

I don’t know about you, but September was kind of the worst month of my life. But I can accept that, I really can. I don’t want to cover it up, I don’t want any of those events not to have happened… but I don’t want to do September again.


I am very awake and alive to start October really well, and continue to do well with it all the way through. I can officially start creating leaf garlands, do more DIYs, buy candles and get cosy. I’m on a bit of a health journey too. I’m starting to incorporate workouts around my busy schedule and go running. I got on my school’s cross-country team, which is something, and because school hit back hard it’s a nice relax for me.

I have some goals set out for myself. I’m going to put them out on the internet to make them ‘official’. So I look at this post and think, that’s whhat people are expecting – let’s do it.

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