I never knew I was a perfectionist. Until it took me two hours to pick out a baby gift, pay for it, and drive it home, only to return it the next day because it wasn’t “perfect” enough. Then I knew. I, too, am a perfectionist.
However, I consider myself a weird kind of perfectionist. Because, you see, I’m that flighty, creative type person who will literally walk over a pair of shoes laying in the middle of the floor for two weeks and never see them. I’m not one for manicured nails because I don’t like to sit long enough to have them dry. And I’m rarely early to anything. But even though I know I’m not perfect, I want you to think that I am.
Are you a perfectionist? Are you believing these three lies?