It gets me nowhere. I try to be the best that I can be, but I always seem to fall short in my own eyes.
I've never considered myself a perfectionist, but I'm coming to realize that I am. I can't stand it when I fail. I put so much pressure on myself that I don't enjoy the world around me. My flaws glare at me. I don't seem to be able to forgive myself for them.
Forgiveness flows easily for me if it is for someone else. For myself it trickles at best. I think part of it comes from plugging along in a world where no one notices me. I want to throw good things out in the wind to get some attention. Most of the time I hear things like, "That's great, but next time why don't you try this." In my mind I wish that whatever I had done could have been better.
I grew up in a very critical home. Blame was always being brandished about. I was always the good girl trying not to get into trouble. I seemed to always fall a little short. That has carried over into my adult life. I am very critical of myself. I don't give myself a break.
Perfection is elusive. My analytical mind tells me that. My inner child searches for it though. My subconcious struggles with the thought of, "If I could just be perfect, then I might get noticed and someone might really love me."
I know that I can't be perfect. I comfort people with "nobody's perfect" all the time. I tell myself that my best is good enough. But, I can't seem to settle for that. So, now letting go of my perfectionsist tendencies needs to go on my to do list.
It never ends.
CW



