I struggle with being a perfectionist. Although I hate that part of myself, ridding it has been an impossible task. I am incredibly hard on myself when I see my faults, and when others point them out it nearly kills me. God has put a lot of effort into trying to break this. Every mistake I am confronted with feels like a bomb exploding. Sometimes the repercussions last only an hour, which is a significant improvement, others Iโ€™m still trying to move on from.

I do see where every mistake has made me a better person. I am a more compassionate person. I forgive easier and pass less judgment on others and myself. I am a better friend, sister, daughter, and fiancรฉ. I see the world as a lot of people mixed together that need a lot of help and not a lot of criticism.

Now that I see purpose in my failures my faith grows with each one. I still feel pain, I still fall down, but I get up and listen a lot faster. The hurt doesnโ€™t last as long, and thanks to the beautiful Florida weather it takes a lot less time to put life back into perspective.

Iโ€™ve been given so my gifts and every mistake Iโ€™ve made is included in those.

Until next time,

Kaycee

P.S. My favorite song today is Donโ€™t Worry โ€˜Bout a Thing by SHeDAISY