Motherhood was my epiphany. It is what changed me ultimately, changed me from the type-A person that I was once.
Okay. I’m lying. Kind of.
Motherhood has made me take a bit more easy-breezy personality when it comes to life’s uh-ohs and tough moments and poop on the sofa, but that woman that I once was, Mrs. Perfection. Yeah, she’s still there, too.
She doesn’t come out all of the time. But, she does come out when she can.
She came out this this morning when I was reviewing my posts from previous on this blog. She cringed at a spelling error.I know. This is a blog of five minute, unedited posts. It’s a lovely idea in theory, but in actuality it’s tough.
It’s tough to read your mistakes. To lay them bare and to know that others can see them.
It’s tough to make mistakes and not go back and fix them as soon as they happen so that no one else can be quick enough to acknowledge them as such.
I don’t want to be perfect, but, sometimes, it’s nice to give the illusion. Not to others but mainly myself.
Do you ever struggle with a desire to be perfect? Please tell me I’m not the only one. Please.