Perfect

Sometimes its all I can do to get out of bed.  Sometimes I can clean the entire house in one day.  Here’s what I did today:

I woke up at 9 am and had my coffee & yogurt with berries.  I watched the news & texted my husband good morning (he’s away on business this week).  I sat in bed until noon watching tv and browsing the internet.  Then I heated up my lunch in the microwave and unloaded the dishwasher while I waited.  I washed some pans and knives that are hand wash only.  Then I ate my lunch, which consisted of baked sweet potatoes, steamed broccoli, and 3 oz of ground turkey.  I then convinced myself to caulk some nail holes in the baseboards upstairs.  I have been putting this off for weeks.  Actually, months.  I hate caulking; its messy and I am too much of a perfectionist to be happy with less than perfect results.  So I choose to put off these types of tasks until I can muster up the courage to try.  It took me about 15 minutes to get all of the nail holes filled.  After I finished, I couldn’t understand what took me so long to get the job done in the first place.

The answer is: me.  I’m the reason why it took so long.  I couldn’t get started because of my own fears.  I knew the outcome wouldn’t be perfect, so I didn’t even want to try.  I recognize this is silly; no one is perfect.  So why should I expect perfection from myself?  Maybe one day I will learn to care less and accept myself, flaws and all.  Maybe today was a step in the right direction.  

After finishing up my little project for the day, it was time to go to work.  I couldn’t bring myself to caulk the gaps in the baseboards today, so maybe I will get to those later this week 🙂

Until next time….

Cheers 😉

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