I am a prefectionist. I am a factory worker. I am a consistent, learn my part of the job, and do it to perfection. I am the person that loves to stack paper in neat rows, I am the person that loves to have exact cuts, exact measurements, and exact placement.
For better or worse (most likely for the better), my life is in a chaotic state. There are no neat stacks of papers, there is no learning my part of the job and perfecting it, there are no exact cuts, measurements, or placement.
I am a mom, I am a wife, I work from home, I have a big calling. My laundry is 3 feet high and I don' t know if anyone in my family has anything to wear tomorrow. My dishes sit in my sink until the next morning, dirty, food covered and stinky. My bathrooms smell like pee. I stick to my kitchen floor most of the time. My children are extremely lively and head strong. My children are silly and fun. They do not answer to whistle calls or stand in straight rows and march around the yard.
But every once in a while I get to put my need for perfection to use. Actually my Cricut allows me to get the exact cuts, measurements and placement. Oh the straight lines, the exact squareness of it all. And that feels really good.
Now carry on, everyone back to their chaotic state. I will be right there with ya.
