Just today, while running on the treadmill, I realized that I am a perfectionist (of sorts). There are some things in my life that will never be perfect, and I'm OK with that. But there are others that I expect to be perfect. In fact, I work to make them perfect. But when my perfection suffers a blow...hold the phone. I find that I beat myself up. And I dwell on things longer than I should. Which affects my mood. And like a dark cloud, this "funk" settles over me and I have a hard time removing myself from that state. I don't like that about myself...at all.
More to come on this topic...feel free to comment at your leisure.
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