The power of completion | Happy New Year

Happy new year courageous creative, I hope you slid (that's what we say in Germany) well into 2019, and are ready to tackle any intentions that surfaced as crucial to you.

Last year, while I was creating refresher courses (for the FIDM Alumni department) and new content here like the Freemium Studio courses, I was questioning myself and debated when I was finally going to let the courses be finished so I could share it.
To decide something is completed lies within my power. Yet there have been many times that I've been wrestling with the illusion of perfectionism to stop myself from moving forward.

While I was creating courses and Freemiums, I was wondering whether you too had thought about perhaps building a new portfolio or whether there were other projects personal or passion projects that are still lingering around collecting real or digital dust. You know, projects remaining stuck in the unfinished stages?
This got me thinking that I could share a couple of valuable snippets of encouragement, newly found awareness, and resources on how to complete more of what's on your plate and restore some balance in your life.
I know I know productivity is a huge buzzword and that is not what I'm talking about at all. I'm advocating serenity here, so what I am talking about is more about a shift in perception. In this blog post, I am sharing some powerful tips that have helped me complete more and feel satisfied at the end of each day. From not reading uninteresting books all the way to the end without feeling guilty, to finally getting that portfolio polished (hint;0 ).

Here is a book that I stumbled across online by Martha Ringer  called Complete. Done. Finished. 
I am posting a couple of images here to not take away too much of what this powerful book has taught me. Let me just say that it is informative and visually pleasing. The visuals lend to the calm feeling of having a choice in the matter of completion.

complete done finish digital book by martha ringer
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