Perfection vs. Perfectionism

Good evening friends!

Wow, I’ve been sitting on a bunch of recipes for a while now, but am I posting them now? No.

Instead I’m going to go off on a tangent and talk about something that I’ve been thinking about for a bit.

Today, when I was on my way to a brand new acting class I was all excited about, I coulnd’t find my ring. My mom told me that she saw it by the sink, didn’t want it to fall in, moved it, and didn’t remember where. I turned the house upside down looking for it, becoming later and later for my new class. I didn’t want to go anywhere without my ring.

What’s so special about this ring? It’s not a wedding ring. What’s the big deal?

I got that ring at the Hermitage in Russia while traveling last year and I haven’t gone almost anywhere without it since. I felt misplacing it today was an omen, a sign I shouldn’t go. It was a hopeless feeling that reminded me of when I gained that weight a bit ago. Remember?

So I look and look until I am very late, and I still don’t find it. I was devastated, but I went anyway. And you know what? I’m glad I did.

So there is a point to this story. The point is that sometimes things don’t go the way you want it to. I am a perfectionist, and I like to have my ducks in a neat row. So when something goes wrong like, say, the number on the scale goes up or a precious ring gets misplaced, I don’t like it.

So what? Well, as I look at all the wonderful blogs around me, I realize I am not alone. I realize that there are plenty of other perfectionists, with the scale being no exception. We, as perfectionist, naturally strive for perfection. Something human beings can’t achieve. So we can’t let scale numbers (or misplace rings) get us down. 

You don’t have to be perfect. Just be you.

Enjoy!

-Kelly M.

P.S. I wasn’t satisfied with the texture of the coconut flour brownies, so I’m not posting it just yet. I just said I’m a perfectionist, right? 😉

P.P.S. I just got an AIM from someone asking me if I’d like to watch them strip on camera. I’m officially creeped out. (Sorry to creep you out too, but I wanted to tell someone.)