Have you ever realized something that you are that you aren’t really proud of? Well, I’ve just done that. Someone made me realize that sometimes I am a bit overbearing and too much of a perfectionist. It’s not the first time I’ve been told this and I didn’t like it the first time nor this time. This time however, I’ve realized that I need to not be so much of a perfectionist and be okay with things being just a little bit off.

I’ve always liked things done my way and on my time. Is that so bad? Yes if can be. It can be detrimental in some things such as a relationship. It’s okay to meet halfway in the middle. Compromise. I never thought that was okay before. When I was married to my ex-husband, I liked things done my way and on my time. What someone else did was never as good as what I could do it. I always could do it better. Trouble was back then I was married to a perfectionist. He liked things a certain way and I liked them a certain way. At times we agreed and other times we weren’t even close to agreeing.

With my boyfriend I find some of those old habits creeping in. I like things a certain way. I don’t like the toothpaste left out for me, even though it is a nice gesture. I don’t like my kitchen floors swept. I like them vacuumed, swept and then mopped. I hate having to put the rug over the bathtub after my boyfriend has taken a shower. He should be able to do it. Does it kill me to bend over to do it? No. Is it something that someone should get angry about? No, not really.

There are such bigger things in life to be obsessed about it. So from this day forward I am challenging myself to live a little more haphazardly and a little less perfectly. After all today could be my last day and does it really matter if my spices are in alphabetical order or not?

Cynthia