In Accepting the Unexpected, I step away from writing about travel to comment on the bigger journey of life. While the topics may vary, the central theme is always the same: living life means learning to deal with the unexpected. I really didn't need a book or a quiz or a podcast to tell me that I'm a perfectionist. I've known that my whole life. My grades had to be perfect. My life had to be neatly planned and any disruption to that plan sent me spiraling. Home improvement projects that people gush over haunt me because I know where that piece of tile is cracked, I know where the floor was scratched, I know where to find bubbles in the polyurethane finish. When I can't do something well, I just want to quit, freezing into a catatonic state until I figure out how to make it work.
The Curse of My Perfectionism
The Curse of My Perfectionism
The Curse of My Perfectionism
In Accepting the Unexpected, I step away from writing about travel to comment on the bigger journey of life. While the topics may vary, the central theme is always the same: living life means learning to deal with the unexpected. I really didn't need a book or a quiz or a podcast to tell me that I'm a perfectionist. I've known that my whole life. My grades had to be perfect. My life had to be neatly planned and any disruption to that plan sent me spiraling. Home improvement projects that people gush over haunt me because I know where that piece of tile is cracked, I know where the floor was scratched, I know where to find bubbles in the polyurethane finish. When I can't do something well, I just want to quit, freezing into a catatonic state until I figure out how to make it work.