The events you are about to read might sound like fiction but I assure you that I lived (and suffered) through every minute. The cause of the events of the last two months of my life could be described as Murphy’s Law or bad luck or a test from God. Or, is there another, more logical answer?
Call it what you will: perfectionism, being anal, OCD, type A. But I prefer to think it’s just me doing my very best at whatever I do. Why would I want to settle for anything less than the perfect vision I have in my head? All my life, I’ve tried to be the best I can be and to succeed at whatever I’m doing, whether it’s a job, assembling a piece of furniture, writing one of my books or even exercise and my health. And I won’t give up until I get what I want. I’ve been known to spend countless hours on even the simplest task. Don’t even get me started on untangling a cord or knot in a shoelace. I also feel the same helping someone else with their projects. I enjoy seeing something through to its successful completion. And you see, that’s a big part of perfectionism: being successful. Doing something the way you envision doing it, is success. And when you start to lose those “successes” it can feel like a major loss to a perfectionist.