The Messy Middle
Overcoming perfectionism with embracing the mess.
This is not something I am already doing–it’s something I am trying to become.
I have a tendency to be a perfectionist.
The house has to be spotless. The kitchen has to be pristine.
Everything needs to be in place.
Everyday needs to be just like yesterday.
It’s safe. It’s reliable.
It’s exhausting.
My house controls me. My dog controls me. My routine absorbs me.
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