I USED to be really anal about things being "just right". I used to have to have things like towels, washcloths, clothes folded with everything even and just perfect. I hand washed dishes because I got them "cleaner". Then, when I had my kids they would want to help and I would find myself going behind them redoing things they had done. One day I realized I was teaching them they weren't doing it "good enough" by redoing what they were doing. That stopped me right then and there. Who cares if they were folded with each corner matching exactly...they had helped and felt good about it and I wasn't going to make them feel bad and not good enough. That little "wake up" was enough for me to see perfection wasn't all it's cracked up to be.
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