If you’d have told me a year ago that I’d be having an actual meltdown over a compost bin, I never would have believed you.
But you would have been right. I really did have a meltdown over a compost bin.
It all started when I realised that I wanted to build a bigger, better compost bin than the ‘dalek’ bins we already had in the garden. I wanted to build a wooden compost bin out of pallets, just like the ones my dad has.
Compost bin building became my new obsession. I watched hours worth of YouTube videos in the hope of finding the perfect DIY bin. The problem was that each video I watched gave slightly different advice to the last. The more I watched, the more overwhelmed I became and the more this thing that initially seemed like it should be super simple became really rather super complicated.
Cue meltdown.
I had to take an enforced break from compost bin research to maintain my sanity.
Eventually, I stumbled upon a design that truly was simple, from a gardening pro I trusted and respected. But then another problem arose. It felt too simple. I mean, it felt so simple that it couldn’t possibly be any good and I wanted my compost bin to be really, really good.
I wanted it to be the best. I wanted it to be perfect.
I decided to acknowledge my perfectionism, have a gentle but firm word, and move ahead. I carried the pallets across the garden, put them in place, temporarily tied them together with some string (whilst I waited to get some wire), lined the pallets with big sheets of cardboard for insulation et voilà, I had my first DIY compost bin.
Little Miss Perfectionist shrieked in my ear a little while longer (“you can do better!”) but eventually calmed down and accepted that this bin is more than ok for now and that there’ll be time and opportunity to improve on this design, if and when necessary in the future.
Sensitive people all over the world know what this experience feels like – to feel so utterly overwhelmed by a task because of the strong drive to do it perfectly. We’re courageous and adventurous, wanting to learn how to do new things all the time, yet we’re not always brilliant at giving ourselves room to make mistakes or learn as we go. We expect so much from ourselves and we expect it all now!
But listen, though overwhelm and perfectionism may feature in our lives more often and more strongly than for some other people, we’re capable – more than capable – of doing whatever we set our minds to.
For you it’s probably not a compost bin (but maybe?), but perhaps there’s something else in your life right now that you want to do or achieve that’s really important to you. So important, in fact, that the perfectionism and overwhelm are lurking constantly just around the corner.
In the moments when you feel like it’s all too much and you’ll never get there, I want you to remember this:
You can do difficult things.
You can do difficult things.
You can do difficult things.
And then I want you to picture me sitting gleefully on top of a pile of compost inside my beautiful new bin and know that you will be sitting on top of your own metaphorical pile of compost soon too, with a grin just as big across your face.
You can do difficult things.
Love and courage,
Leah
Ha ha, Leah, I recalled this blog when watching your vblog of you jumping in your compost bin! I also think your compost bins are very cleverly built! Funny (?) or perhaps odd, how we torture ourselves when others see us with generosity, marvel, admiration, gentleness and celebration. Perspective.
I’m still discovering what I can do… grateful it doesn’t end, and we have the support of others, if we’re willing to ask 😉
Yes, so odd how we torture ourselves when others see such wonderful things. I do this often. But yes, exciting that we get a lifetime to keep discovering all the things we can do.