Perfect imperfections

Dear diary,

Today I learned the lameness of being a perfectionist.

My mind was so fixated with the perfection that I would have given up on my most wonderful time with my daughter to just satisfy my fixation.

I woke up this morning with a view to spend time constructively. I did all my chores with enthusiasm except for one.... waking my daughter up. That is one chore I do not quite enjoy.

She finally woke up after about 45 mins of begging, screaming and cajoling. The only thing I wanted her to do was to help me clean the kitchen. It was annoying to see her do it though, felt as if she was messing things rather than cleaning.

I lost my patience and when I approached her with an irritation in my voice, she quickly recognized it and before I could say anything she said, ma, just trust me, I will clean up.

True enough the end result was good and I was glad she caught me on time.

I'm grateful for such a wonderful and understanding daughter and also for the learning that there can be beauty in imperfection too.