Today my friend made a passing comment that I was a perfectionist.
Sounds good, doesn't it? I mean, after all, if you read the key word amongst that jumble of letters, it means I'm flawless! But somehow I sensed a tinge of distaste in how she said it, and immediately clarified what she meant, as eager as a 4-year-old.
My kind and reliable friend then explained to me, that she loved that I always put my best into whatever I did, giving my 110%. But there comes a point when that 110% is more than I am made up of, and along the way, draws so much energy out of me, that I become dispirited.
I pondered...
... and pondered...
... and pondered...
and finally agreed with her.
As they always say, whichever mountain you scale, there's bound to be one that's higher. In life, it's all about giving our best. However, there's really no point pushing ourselves too hard that we lose sight of what we've gained along the way.
Tomorrow is a new day, and a new 100%.
p/s: Atelophobic = Fear of Imperfection
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