I am using my time and my little space on the internet to offer this peek into my unfiltered life and issue a reminder we all deserve:
If perfection is the goal, we are all failing.
Tag: perfectionism
Family pictures might be right at the top of the list of things that cause me to have low level panic attacks. I play the role of stylist, logistics coordinator, and financier to make it happen. I usually work myself up into a frenzy thinking about the Who, What, When, Where, and How. The Why
I am slowly examining my relationship with perfectionism. What brought this issue to the forefront? First: I have children. Cleaning my house, washing finger prints (or paint or marker) off the walls is futile. The floors are never clean. I have a dog. Ditto the above, minus perhaps a little paint but throw in a decent
I’ve been a Type A planner and perfectionist straight from the womb. Life for me is filled to the brim with plans, goals, and determined outcomes. Well, sometimes. In my dream world. And sure, occasionally in reality too. But mostly, my life is a messy compilation of beautiful imperfections. A whole host of happy surprises, that
I’ve talked before about my perfectionistic tendencies and they way that they impact my parenting. It is hard for me to strike that balance between being the best mom I can be while still allowing realness to show. Recently, I was faced with a situation in which I had no choice but to let the walls
As far back as I can remember, I have been a perfectionist. Great things have come from this trait (good grades! scholarships! accolades!), but perfectionism is painfully limiting as well. Let me let you in on a little secret…perfectionists aren’t good at everything (who is?) – they simply limit themselves to the things they are
