When my children were young, up through elementary school, I was a bit of a perfectionist. Before we could go do something fun, I had to have the house in order, down to plumping the pillows on the couch.
Consequently, we rarely went out and did fun stuff together. Lucky for me, I had a good friend at that time who made it her mission one summer to break me of this terrible habit.
She would load up her van with her children and whatever we needed for whatever event, call me up and say we're going to the beach, I'll be there is 2 minutes and hang up. I had no choice but to gather my children, our bathing suits and run out the door. Thank you Darlene A.
I will remember her generosity always. While it didn't completely break me of my tendencies, it helped a lot.
I'll never get those years back with my kids. I regret it to this day. That's what my case of perfectionism cost my family. I was not even as extreme as some.
When you suffer from extreme perfectionism, it can steal your life away. Too many projects over thought and left by the wayside. Because the only perfection in this life is named God. There is no possible way to achieve it on the earth. Why would we want to?
It's in the quirky imperfections we can find beauty, discover art or a new invention. It's in getting lost we can find a beautiful place or great restaurant. Relax, chill out. Nobody is perfect, thank God, and practically nobody expects us to be. Those that do, need a reality check and get over their need to control.
I think of all the plastic surgery in this country. So many men and women destroy themselves in the name of perfection. What many of them have done, is strip away their true beauty. Every wrinkle, sag or scar I have on my body are a testament to my life. I may not look like I did in my thirties, but I am much wiser, happier and relaxed than I ever was.
Do your best and let God do the rest.
Fantasizing freedom to live life to the fullest and leave the dishes for later!