An imperfect perfectionist

So you know how in job interviews they ask you about your weakness, and they don’t actually want a real weakness, like lateness or inability to pay attention to detail, but something pretending to be a weakness? In interviews, I’ve always told people my weakness is that I’m a perfectionist, but I have to tell you, its a real weakness, a really foible of mine, and not one prancing to be a fake weakness.

I just spent the better part of an hour making a card for a friend, and now that I’m done, I don’t like it. I mean, its not completely hideous, but its just not up the standard that I normally expect of myself. See the problem? Some people might find it acceptable, and find a way to make it work. But me, I’m feeling an itch something in my hands which tells me that I need to do it over again, as I stare the frayed pieces of card stock, the uneven lines, the bits of glue showing.

Its past eight in the evening now and my room is strewn with ribbons, paper, scissors, tiny bits of paper from cutting, and scraps of lace (which is what my room tends to look like after every card or bookmark I make). Despite the fact that I have other things to do (and not to mention a room to clean up), I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight until I scrap this card and pump out a brand new, better one. Sigh.

What is your weakness?

Have a lovely night!


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