I started an entire post on my struggle with perfectionism, but it wasn’t going well and I deleted it. That’s the punchline; I just wasn’t up to delving into the dark side of my personality. Let’s just say that a high achiever with a perfectionism complex really shouldn’t take a spinning class at the New! And! Improved! rec center because the aforementioned person now has an extremely sore bum (I now know what a Muppet feels like), legs that shake every time the stairs are attempted, and is contemplating an veddy early bedtime.
This high achiever with a perfectionism complex also just spent an embarrassingly large amount of time trying to figure out why the webcam on the laptop wasn’t working (only works on video calls on IM). This person wanted to take a photo to post here and will now just grab the digital camera tomorrow and head for a mirror.
The high achiever with a perfectionism complex is still working on a book review of the last book actually completed, but has been distracted by new books.
The high achiever with a perfectionism complex made killer chocolate chip oatmeal cookies today, so at least something of value was accomplished. And the laundry got finished, and the bathrooms got cleaned, and a first grader whining and complaining and procrastinating over a two week long project due Friday (!) about pilot fish was not strung up like a pinata. (Find the happy place….find the happy place…..)
The high achiever with a perfectionism complex is going to bed now…after a cookie…