...I did get my project accomplished. With great thanks to IKEA, I was able to do it all on my own, too. I started tearing apart the spare room/office on Monday night and ran off to IKEA on Tuesday morning in search of the perfect, inexpensive organizing solution. I roamed every aisle but finally found it. It's a metal frame you build and then you buy metal drawers to slide into it. It was complete perfect. And only a hammer (and some muscles) were needed to build it.

I will admit that the organizing is not technically complete. But everything has a home now...those homes just need to be gone through and purged a bit...but everything has a home. What was lost, has been found, much to my relief. I hate having to ask people to give me things again. I hate admitting I am not at all time the organized soul I am thought to be! Or, as dear Liz pointed out to me as we rushed like mad women back to my house the other Sunday while Jim sat on my step waiting for us to arrive a half hour late, I am not perfect. Nobody is.

I read an article today about Ashley Judd receiving counseling for depression. (I'll admit I kind of skimmed it - I am interested in such things, especially when someone "famous" comes forward and admits that they needed help because it makes me see that they are just real people like you and me...) Anyway, as usual, I digress. Toward the end of the article, she quoted someone who told her that perfectionism is a form of self abuse.

Hmmm.

I can see where this could be true. No one who walks this earth today (and really only One who ever walked it!) is perfect. Yet so many of us try to hard to be, for whatever reasons drive us. And when we fail, it is just that much more disheartening each time. It would be so much easier to cast off the shackles of perfectionism and just be human, fallible and real. But how do you give up something that has been such a part of your life, of who you are? You don't need to give up quality, to give up caring about the things you do and the things you are. You just need to not berate yourself when things don't go the way you think they should or you do misplace something or you do miss an appointment...

It's not the end of the world.