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This is who I am...
I am a very paper organized person.
I like goals. I like lists. I like to make deadlines and due dates…
The problem I seem to have is actually following those goals after I put down my pen.
If I went through my house and gathered up all the goal lists I have ever made… well that would be pointless, because most of them are probably lost in my cluttered mess I like to call my bedroom. Anyway, if I did it would be a mile high. If from that stack I pulled all the lists I had completed at least half of the items on, I would probably end up with a less than 10%.
I like goals. I like lists. I like to make deadlines and due dates…
The problem I seem to have is actually following those goals after I put down my pen.
If I went through my house and gathered up all the goal lists I have ever made… well that would be pointless, because most of them are probably lost in my cluttered mess I like to call my bedroom. Anyway, if I did it would be a mile high. If from that stack I pulled all the lists I had completed at least half of the items on, I would probably end up with a less than 10%.
Long story short, I’m a planner, not a doer.
Just take a look at my old blog “The Imaginative Whimsy”… That basically describes the blog. I had one post. ONE POST!!! (may I just add that the post said “I plan to blog at least once a week”) HA! That’s funny.
I have major OCD issues with perfection. Not only does my life have to be perfect, I have to be perfect. That means: no mess-ups, no sinning, NOTHING short of perfect.
So I have a problem. I have BIG goals, but I will never meet them as quickly, tidily, or as perfectly as I planned.
This is my “perfect” life I had planned for myself: a tidy room, a perfect high school experience, to be beautiful every stinking moment, and to be an expert in all the conquests I set out to learn, to name a few: horsemanship, piano, ballet, guitar, voice, sewing, sculpting, painting, acting (I should have two Grammys by now), drawing, rabbit raising, blogging, writing, movie making… The list goes on.
Basically, I am the worst type of perfectionist.
I try to make my life perfect, which is never going to happen.
Plus, if I did meet all these goals… Where would I need Jesus?
If I didn’t mess up. Had, what I considered, a perfect life, where would I need Him?
Long story short. I’m not perfect. I will NEVER be perfect. And that’s OKAY.
Because the ONE who is, is always right beside me.
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