I am a perfectionist. I spend wayyyy too much time on things trying to get them perfect. I somewhat freak out when I don't do something perfect (which happens frequently.) These past two weeks have been FAR from perfect for me. I messed something up at my internship site, I got in a couple arguments and said some words that I now regret, I skipped a week on posting "American Idol Ramblings" (ha!), AND when I tried to make brownies in eggshells on Easter, this was my result:
Anways, even though I know that I can't be perfect, I put myself down when I'm not. I need to realize that imperfection is beauty. And that, yes, things didn't go as I wanted them to, but they made me who I was these past couple of weeks. AND that the only perfect person is our heavenly father.