I’ve been thinking a lot about perfectionism lately. It’s come up as a topic in numerous conversations, and there’s a chapter on perfectionism in my upcoming book The Year Of Miraculous Living.
Today a memory popped up that had me laughing at my own perfectionist streak.
By the time I was in fifth grade, I was a full-blown perfectionist. At the end of that school year, my teacher Mr. Tuttle gave out funny awards to each of us. He gave me the “Silver Tylenol Award” because I stressed out so much about doing well. And you know what my first thought was?
“Why didn’t I get the GOLD Tylenol Award? Who beat me for that?”
Even in stressing out I wanted to be the best!!!!
Crazy or not, here I come!
So here I am, 28 years later, still working with my perfectionism. At least I see it more clearly these days. And I can laugh at it. That’s certainly a miracle!
I still have that award somewhere. It’s in a box of my special things. Because even though it bothered me that I didn’t get the Gold, it also made me feel good to know that my teacher really saw me – warts and all.
Want to read a chapter from my upcoming book “The Year Of Miraculous Living”? Click here to download a 10-page excerpt on perfectionism from my “Free Stuff” page! Every entry includes an exercise for you to bring the lessons into your own life.