Perfectionists and friends of perfectionists, unite. Maybe you are one? You definitely know one. Actually, I ask this question to my patients daily. Being a perfectionist is darn hard work, I should know, I almost became one full time. I come from a long line of perfectionists (who I love to bits and they know who they are) but for me the constant nagging thoughts and ideas doing the swirl in my mind one day became too much. I had to choose before I self combusted. I had to let it go.
Don’t get me wrong – there are still very much perfectionist traits that creep back in at times. Just ask my husband. He’ll list my triggers – there are two main offenders. Packing and visitors. Packing for a holiday brings out something in me that resembles the devil on red cordial. Apparently my horns come out – and I know they do, it’s all too consuming. I’m very particular when it comes to packing. I don’t want to over pack, I like to keep it minimal, pack it all in very neatly and avoid forgetting anything. I hate pushing weight limits and I don’t want to pack 100 items because I know in my heart of hearts I’ll end up wearing the same 3 outfits for the week anyway. I put great thought into it. It doesn’t help that I generally leave it until the night before heading away – perhaps that is too, somewhat a conscious choice to sink my fierce energy into a small packing window. I can try and be a nicer person for the rest of the time. Whatever the case, I’m learning to become very conscious about my behaviour when it comes to putting my belongings into a bag before I’m ready to set sail. Who would have thought packing brought out my inner perfectionist?