Viktor Nikiforov: the most graceful man in the world?
Since youth, Viktor was praised for his elegance, perfection, and fairness. Magazines and sports articles always made sure to portray him as nothing but flawless, the slow-motion displays after his competitions emphasizing how his body moved, graceful and precise, achieving feats impossible to other skaters, and he was quickly titled the most graceful man in the world.
Viktor paid it no mind. What the media said about him, at the end of the day, had little impact on how he perceived himself and what he wanted to change. To fall under the title of “most graceful man in the world” would be complying with the idea that he had achieved his peak, or so he thought.
Even as he grew up, people seemed to still relate him to that title a lot. No matter what his programs and exhibitions were - if a bit more aggressive, energetic, melancholic - the reviews to it always included that adjective. and while he understood the flattery, he couldn’t help but be disappointed for not relating to it on a personal level.
He didn’t think of himself as graceful. He was skilled, of course, but grace was something that came effortlessly, and skating was all about making difficult maneuvers look easy and effortless. Viktor wasn’t a graceful person, not in his personal sphere, because unlike skating you can’t pretend to be grateful when doing trivial things without making it seem strained.
There was nothing graceful about the way he hit the car on his first driving lesson, nor on the “oops” he let escape when the instructor eyes him angrily. Or when he smelled something burning from the living room to find out he’d forgotten a sink rag too close to the stove.
There was nothing graceful about the millions of times he fell on his ass while attempting to land those quads back in his youth. Or in the way he smelled his armpits on his way back home to try and guess for how long he could avoid showering just to finish that book he was hooked on.
But grace began to make sense when he met yuuri. It wasn’t grace as in being naturally talented at something. It was in the way how Yuuri blushed slightly whenever he gazed for a long while into Viktor’s eyes, listening intently to his instructions; in how he looked when distractedly thinking about something, his eyelids heavy and mouth slightly parted; in how hard Yuuri worked on everything Viktor asked him to, getting up and promising to try again harder when failing his quad flip. It was graceful the way Yuuri laughed at Viktor’s especially bad jokes, not because they were funny, but because Yuuri knew how comfortable Viktor must feel to joke like that around him, and it brought him happiness.
Yuuri Katsuki was graceful. In every sense of the word. And what amazed Viktor the most was how yuuri always found a way to express it differently, better, more captivatingly than the last time. It was when he attempted his quad flip at the Cup of China - flawed, many would argue, but it meant the world to him. It was when Yuuri surprised him with matching rings, even though he was nervous and unsure, Viktor lacked words to describe how perfect he was. And it made him disappointed at how Yuuri had always been there, trying his best, and had never had his grace admired the way Viktor had his.
Yuuri rolled his eyes in mock-boredom one night when Viktor confessed him that, words whispered soft to his hair, enveloped in Viktor’s arms. No. For him, Viktor - with all his flaws and shortcomings like him - was the truly graceful between the two.
But he knew it was a pointless discussion to have. Viktor and he would argue and flatter each other tired and none would leave the winner because none of them wanted to. For them, the other would always be the best, the reason for their existence, and it was fine because they complemented each other. That was the true beauty of it.
Today's shadow work topic is: perfectionism and how that fucks you up
My fellow perfectionists, lend me your ears
I have some thing I learned recently that is very fucking helpful and explained a thing to me
What is your exact thought process when you start a thing? I don’t care what the thing is, whether it’s a new exercise regimen or a job or a new relationship
If your thought process is “I need to succeed at this thing” you are automatically approaching the thing the wrong way, because imposing arbitrary standards on yourself with ideas like succeeding at things that don’t have metrics for that divorces you emotionally and mentally from the thing
Basically, what I’m saying is the soul really likes to shrivel up and die in conditions in which your goal is “success”. You might be happy when you perceive yourself doing “well” at the thing, only to experience the crash later if you get fired or the relationship ends or something else and the problem with this is in some degree you probably placed some of your self worth on a thing can can end or be taken from you
The healthier thing to do is embark on a thing, like a new job or a move or a relationship and tell yourself “I’m just going to try this new thing, and if it doesn’t work out, it will be a learning experience and I will have some new memories to look over”
If you approach a new experience as a playful thing, and not this hyper serious obsessive desire to succeed at the thing, the soul gets a chance to be engaged and you begin to live the experience for the sake of the experience, and not for the ideal of succeeding or being respected or some kind of external validation that becomes, later, a dependency issue that rears its ugly head when you get fired or broken up with or fall on hard health times
Basically, if you approach things in your life as opportunities for growth instead of a constant barrage of tests that if you do well enough on, out will come your happiness tokens, you will generally accidentally fall into happiness before you even notice, and start living for the sake of it and appreciating the people in your life more for who they are rather than what they can do
Hello~ I just wanna get some advice on how to keep yourself from being too much of a perfectionist when editing? I'm a student-writer writing an online novel on a chapter by chapter basis. Sometimes I'm frustrated bcoz I felt that certain things are not described well or it doesn't flow well in the new chapter so I kept editing it. In the end I often push back on my updates. I feel pretty bad for my readers. :(
I feel the same way as I am currently in the editing stage of my book. It feels like it won’t ever be good enough. Since you’re editing chapter by chapter, it might be easier to handle but no less frustrating.
I’d reccomend doing this:
1. Read the chapter and don’t touch/type anything. Absorb it all.
2. First round of editing: Fixing the skeleton: Fill in any major plot holes. Do big changes like cutting out scenes or adding them if need be.
2. Second round: The nitty gritty: Solve smaller issues like making sure the chapter’s end makes someone want to keep reading, add in description where it is lacking, make sure the characterization is strong, etc.
3. Third round: The language: Read the chapter aloud and correct typos, change clumsy wording, cut out repetitive words, diversify sentence structure, amd make sure the thing flows off the tongue.
Then, it’s done. You get these 3 rounds of editing and that’s it. Cut yourself off. Physically restrain your fingers from hitting the keyboard and doing anything else to the chapter. The more you do that, the easier it will get.
If you’re hung up on a certain aspect of the chapter, have someone else read it, preferably another writer or a reader. Ask them what they think is iffy about the chapter. Then, tell them exactly what you don’t like about it and hear what they have to say. It’s important that this person honestly critques you and doesn’t sugar coat.
an: I literally don’t even know where this came from but all of a sudden I’m writing Disney World fluff and Captain Hook is riding Splash Mountain with Prince Charming and all was right in my world. I hope this counts as domestic fluff, @odonorude, because it’s what came out.
It is on Emma’s birthday that she finally gets to
go to Disney World. She’d always dreamed of going there as a kid, but never
thought she’d have the chance. But, thanks to Regina and some magic trickery,
Emma finally has her chance.
Granted, it’s only for the weekend, and it’s a huge family
trip, complete with schedules printed weeks in advance and guide maps
memorized, as well as traveling partners assigned.
I don’t think I’m a perfectionist because if you try for perfection, it’s too much pressure. But I’m probably a nightmare to work for … I tend to tell people something once and then I expect that it will be done correctly from that moment on. But I can’t help it – I see things other people don’t and I know how to fix it, how to make it look better. I don’t know how I know that, I just do.