Perfect

I love when things come together perfectly. I actually think I love "perfect" to a fault. To me, there's no better feeling than a clean house with folded laundry, groceries in the fridge and a schedule in check. I don't like when my nails are chipped, my floors are dirty, my coat is missing a button or I'm running late. I organize my drawers and closets once a month. I have a hard time relaxing because I'm always planning, coordinating or cleaning something, someone, someplace. I'm constantly thinking about how I can do things better. And while there are some benefits to my type-a insanity, it can take it toll. I am my toughest critic.

Right now I could tell you 15 things on my "to-do" list, and I don't think any of them are truly important to anybody but me.  I'm not sure where it comes from, but I've always felt the a certain intensity to strive for perfection. To be the best daughter, sister, wife and friend possible. Some days I feel perfect in my grasp, and some days I feel far, far away from it.

I've been working really hard to focus on the important things and let go the constant pursuit of "perfect". I have to remember to take time to eat right, exercise and invest my time in the people, places and things that I care about and that truly care about me. The rest is just details.

Being a responsible grown-up is definitely one of my full time jobs, but I don't want to miss out on all good things in life , because I was chasing a "perfect"that might not matter. Which reminds me, I think there's a couch with a blue-eyed, freckle-faced boy and a fluffy white pillow dog calling my name - and how could I say no to that?

*MUAH*