Showing posts with label mess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mess. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Not A Perfectionist

I would argue that I am not a perfectionist.  I am not.  I am scattered and creative and messy.  I am not a perfectionist.  Or am I?  I am discovered that perfectionists come in a variety of shapes and sizes, so to speak.  I am not a neat, orderly perfectionist.  I am not a clean until I drop perfectionist.  So, that makes me not a perfectionist, right?

Recently I have discovered that this is perhaps wrong.  Perhaps I am more of a perfectionist than I realized or admitted.  I read somewhere that people who are creative or messy or "lack the cleaning gene" are sometimes more perfectionistic than their neat, orderly sisters.  I don't remember where I read this, but what I remember about it was that some perfectionists have trouble starting a task because the completion never measures up to their perfectionistic standards.  I don't remember the source because I rejected this idea. Wrong!  But, obviously it has stayed in my mind.

What I have discovered about myself during all this reflection time at home is, I am often discouraged from starting a task because I self defeat--I tell myself that I can't finish or it won't be right or I don't have what I need to do it.  I fall into negative self talk.  I defeat myself before I begin.  When I clean something I don't feel satisfaction about things looking better or more orderly.  I see the things that aren't right or the things that are not done.  I get no joy from cleaning or sorting.  I am too perfectionistic to enjoy a job well done, if it isn't perfect.

I have started a new strategy. I have tried recognizing my perfectionism and giving myself a pat on the back for every little start in the right direction.  I try to give myself affirmations instead of criticisms.  It is a tough road for me.  I am used to lecturing myself for my defects.  But, smile, instead I am trying to compliment myself for my perfectionism and acknowledge the effort, not focusing on what is yet to be done. 

Saturday, May 9, 2020

Crazy Mess

Everybody has their own form of crazy, as I call it.  A nicer way to say it might be, people have their own way of dealing with stress, their own way of self soothing.  Mine is escape.  I get away for a while whether it is by shopping, or a walk or a trip, I need to leave.  Then I can return again with a clear mind and heart.  But going is an important part of handling stress for me.

Some people clean to handle stress.  I have always been envious of those people.  How nice to be stressed and have a clean house as a result.  I can't even think straight when I am stressed, so cleaning and organizing don't go well.  Usually I make an even bigger mess with no idea of how I did it or how to get out of the mess.  It is not something I choose, it is the way my brain works.

So, if you are not a runner under stress, imagine how it is for me to be quarantining in this pandemic we are having.  I seem to be making bigger and bigger messes. I need that tidying up lady to come over and give me advice.  I have tried to "spark joy" but I don't think I get it.  I just want to go shopping or for a walk or to Alaska. 

But, I am not one of those people who is protesting the stay at home order.  I feel that if this virus gets me it may very probably kill me.  At very least I am afraid that I will get very sick and be in a lot of pain.  I need to stay at home and avoid this thing if I can. But there are days when my mind gets a little crazy and I imagine driving off to someplace, think about who I could visit.  Then I realize, nobody, that is who I can visit, nowhere, that is where I can go. The stores and restaurants will open around here soon, but I don't intend to visit them.  I don't trust the virus to have gone away just because people are tired of it.

Staying home and making messier messes that is the plan for now.  If I start really early in the day before my mind gets too busy and stop when I start to stress I can actually straighten and clean a bit.  Right now I am hanging onto that.  Do what I can and don't be hard on myself.  It is the way my mind works and since I can't trade it in for a new one, I will just have to work with what I have.