I’m a perfectionist. It’s become especially evident to me since I wrote about my fear of and reaction to mistakes post earlier this week.
You see, I define
perfection as me never making mistakes. Or at least, never making mistakes that
other people notice. And don’t admit publicly that you made a mistake. God,
that would be embarrassing.
I expect perfection
from myself. Be it in my appearance, my work, my crafting, my blog.
Mistakes are not an
option for me.
I judge myself
harshly for failure.
And I am my own worst
critic when I don’t achieve my high standards.
