I awoke this morning well before dawn.
It's one of those days where I felt like the weight of the world was sucking the life right out of me as I lay in my bed. It's hard to describe....but that's why I woke up so early.
So I used the time to send some email to friends....and to just pray and meditate. Right now I'm feeling better....and actually I don't have any reason not to be encouraged. Mother appears to be doing fine....Dad is fine....and all my children are well.
I just get kind of critical about myself...and pick at all my little flaws...and wonder why I am the way that I am. I guess this is the evil of being perfectionistic...because I want to be perfect in all my ways.
Hopefully today will be a good one.
2 comments:
Franco:
Here's hoping you can let go a bit. While there MAY be a point to trying to perfect yourself, it drifts dangerously close to the impossible task, and romantic dream-killer, of trying to perfect other people, even in dreams.
It may sound churlish for me even to respond, as I do in fact have someone to curl up with on a Saturday afternoon--and just about only then--but the desire to "improve" people sure looks like disapproval from the outside.
I wish you all the answers to every prayer.
T@C
I think only Mary Poppins was practically perfect in every way. The rest of us make do. I struggle to accept that, too.
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