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 I’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 fiancé. 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 doesn’t last as long, and thanks to the beautiful Florida weather it takes a lot less time to put life back into perspective.
I’ve been given so my gifts and every mistake I’ve made is included in those.
Until next time,
Kaycee
P.S. My favorite song today is Don’t Worry ‘Bout a Thing by SHeDAISY