Why is everything completely terrifying?

Obviously not everything is terrifying, I'm just a fan of hyperbole. But there are many things in my life that scare me more than they should. Like making a photo book for my father's uncle. We went to his 90th birthday last December and I still haven't made the book. After we got back I was too scared that the photos were horrible, so I couldn't even bring myself to download them to my computer.

What is it about seeking perfection that stops me in my tracks?

I know I'm not alone, but that's not really as comforting as people think it is. I don't want to think about the other poor schmucks like me. I want to know how other people do it. How do other people avoid the paralyzing trap of perfection? How can you be okay with okay?

Some days, a lot of days, I wish I could be happy with mediocre so I can stop being so goddamn aware of the pit of my stomach.