For the longest time, mi madre has wondered where all my "perfectionism" comes from.
I always argue I'm not a perfectionist, I just want to make sure I've done all I could to effectively communicate.
I think I finally figured it out.
C = AVERAGE, right??
For me, a C would be the equivalent of "Couldn't do it right"
Shamefully silly, eh?
Now that I am the mother of 5, average looks pretty durn good, most days.
Internally, however, it might as well have been an F.
Therein lies a gargantuan problem.
I used to get A's effortlessly. ABSOLUTELY NO serious effort on my part, and I made honor roll.
Repeatedly.
Did "they" set me up for failure in later life, or WHAT?!?!
no, nein, non, no, nyet...
My *perceptions* set me up for an ***average*** life.
Long story short, I don't make the honor roll every day, but I sure am getting better final grades than I thought possible in this wild, weird school of life.
Thank You God!!!
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