Some of you have heard me say that, and it’s funny, but it’s also
a curse. It’s a sign of obsessive-compulsive behavior, which I have, but
fortunately, I have learned to control—to some degree.
My father recognized this trait in me first. He saw
that I would rearrange my room, throw away edible desserts, and wad up
pages upon pages of notebook paper until I expressed my thoughts clearly.
He lovingly reprimanded me by saying, “A perfectionist will
never be perfect.”
Wow, it was a hard lesson, and I don’t think I’ll ever
master it, but I’ve learned to just let go, to not expect perfection in my
house, my work, or my writing. I’m not perfect, and I never will be, but I will
strive for a comfortable area where I do not have to work fifteen hours a day.
Please remember, I said, "try." I am a perfectionist, so I will
strive for that elusive perfect anything to grasp on to. But when I don’t meet
it, please give me a break; tell me softly, so I don’t agonize over my next
step. :)
Thank you for stopping by my place and reading my
musings. Remember, these are just my opinions and shouldn’t be
taken too seriously. If you have questions, please feel free to leave
them in the comment section, and I promise you I will answer. If you’re
curious about what I write, please visit one of my author pages, where
you can read all about my novels and short stories. And hey, I’ll even
give you a free book just for stopping by.
Great advice, Carmen! You are an inspiration <3
ReplyDeleteLOL! I try! They used to lock people like you and me up for OCD and the fact that we talk to our imaginary friends. :)
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