Embracing ME

I know a lovely lady who always has everything organized. Her clothes are perfect, no wrinkles, creases or stains. Her hair is in it's place, and her handwriting? It could be a FONT! It is that good. She is a perfectionist.

Then, there is gal.

She is usually running late. Most of the time there is either food, pen marks, or who knows what else on her clothing. She is always in a rush, loses things on a regular basis and has been known to drive 1 hour to an appointment, check in, and find out she is there on the wrong day.

She can't take a compliment, and weighs criticism much heavier than positive remarks. If you tell her she looks nice? She looks in the mirror and sees her flaws. And there are a lot. Tell her something she did is great? She will attribute it to someone/thing else, ignore it, or write it off. You see, how can you compliment her, when it is so obvious she could have done better?

Insecurities hidden by sarcasm, doubt about her abilities...the list goes on.

How can it be? How is it that the first lady I described and I?

We are both perfectionists?

You could have floored me if you would have told me that I was a perfectionist 2 months ago. I never saw that in myself, I only saw the flaws. I guess it takes someone *ahem* pointing out what a perfectionist statement it is to say you are "Not good enough to be a perfectionist." *ahem.*

So? I am s l o w l y working this out, and how it changes my thinking. I'm working on becoming, well, I guess just me.

You know? Embracing imperfection might be nice. Now, do you think i can do it perfectly?