Ah, perfectionism. Such a bad habit of mine. To others it’s considered a blessing, but I believe it has done me no justice. With me, everything has to be done a certain way and I unconsciously become a control freak over things. It’s like a reflex.
I think I’m a perfectionist because I’m scared. Scared of what will happen if I let things “go with the flow.” That sense of lost control scares the hell out of me because I don’t know what certain outcomes will be and…I freak.
I’m pretty critical too, I’ve heard. But I’ve tried so many times to let go but this habit just keeps creeping back on me. It never comes up occasionally. It’s always there. Always.
Sigh, what to do. What to do.
