imPerfect

I have this problem. You see, I guess I just want everything to be perfect (at least when it comes to my classes). There, I admit it. This is a funny thing to me. It is a riot actually. I love imperfection; I find it fun and beautiful and real. Why is it that someone who enjoys imperfection so greatly desires perfection in this part of life? I don't understand myself sometimes. There is no way - NO WAY - my classes will ever be perfect. There is not one class in the history of classes that has ever nor will ever be perfect. I need to snap out of it. He is the only One who is perfect.

A strength of mine has always been my ability to reflect and find where I need to improve. I can do this so easily. The part that is so rough on me, though, is my inability to celebrate the progress I have made. I can easily point out success for other people who need (or don't need) me to. Yet I cannot do this for myself. How messed up is that? Come on. Today I am going to search out the steps forward I have made in my classes. This should be good for me.