I am a perfectionist. One locked in a constant struggle to overcome the habit. For I see my pursuit of perfection as nothing short of a vice.

Imperfections become irrelevant when you learn to look beyond them and fall in love with what you see. This is an extremely difficult ask for a perfectionist to whom nothing ever seems perfect! When you are forever grappling with the mediocrity that surrounds you.

Say M cooks the most delicious meal for the family as he so often does, and then clears up, but not to my exacting standards. I see the remnants of a mess in the kitchen and throw a strop. Words are exchanged in the heat of the moment. What should have been an enjoyable family meal now becomes a battleground, putting and unnecessary strain on our relationship.

I am in the process of learning to look beyond the mess at what really matters.

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