tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556494314801577420.post7844491345636505938..comments2024-03-28T05:32:56.893-07:00Comments on Swiss Lark: Are you a perfectionist?Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04836394671525240199noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556494314801577420.post-36462124806771013162020-12-14T00:36:08.366-08:002020-12-14T00:36:08.366-08:00There are specific taxes and fees that you need to...There are specific taxes and fees that you need to bear in mind of when choosing in Toronto. <a href="https://apps.apple.com/ca/app/mortgage-calculator-canada-app/id1476394236" rel="nofollow">canada mortgage calculator</a> This strategy takes advantage of the 52-week schedule inside the calendar. <a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.ni.MortgageCalculatorCanada&hl=en_CA&gl=US" rel="nofollow">canadian mortgage calculator</a>Theodorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926361214331277294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556494314801577420.post-45120864015475016702018-09-29T05:22:57.044-07:002018-09-29T05:22:57.044-07:00I can work to avoid the roller coaster he spent so... I can work to avoid the roller coaster he spent so long riding.<a href="https://www.apsleyaustralia.com/apsley-and-company/" rel="nofollow">Apsley and Company Candles</a><br />alex12https://www.blogger.com/profile/00280818009628028714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556494314801577420.post-46504317857477830002017-06-02T07:15:03.645-07:002017-06-02T07:15:03.645-07:00My father always used to say, "Done is better...My father always used to say, "Done is better than perfect," and it is a mantra I have adopted as my own. I repeat it to myself often. It honestly helped me a whole lot to live more happily with myself – before, I would do things like drown in clutter in the closet or (aahhh!) on the bedroom floor rather than tidy up imperfectly, since there was never time to do it “perfectly,” etc. <br /><br />Now, if I can get the closet organized for summer but there’s a little pile of junk left in the corner, then you know what, done is better than perfect and I’ll get to that pile someday – the seasons will change again soon and I can have another crack at it then, but even if I don’t do it then, fine. If there is a picture that is just sort of not the right size for the photo wall I’m hanging – then you know what, done is better than perfect, it goes up anyway, and I can always replace it later on if it really bothers me (spoiler: that was six months ago and it hasn’t bothered me enough to replace it yet, but I’m so glad to have the photos hung anyway – how much would it suck to still have a huge blank wall just because I never got around to finding the perfect picture for that one spot). Some uneven edges on the Christmas stockings I made? Well, done is better than perfect, and they’ve lasted just fine through the years so far. If I can get the playroom blocks in the bin and the trains in the train bag and the floor mostly cleared, but don’t yet know where to “put away” the big Bruder trucks so they just hang out on the rug? That’s a success, not a failure, because done is better than perfect, and the playroom is “done” for the night. And so on.<br /><br />My father was a complicated guy who struggled a lot with his own imperfections, often to his own very real detriment – he forever bounced between wild and unprecedented success, and then abject failure. He revolutionized his industry and started his own company, but eventually got pushed out by his business partner (not undeservedly) and wound up scaling back to routine mid-level work instead, etc. I can see looking back that he often got paralyzed by his own inability to reach perfection, and was often unable to see the value in being merely “great” instead of “perfect,” and therefore would flounder into a downward spiral that he would then have to pick himself back up out of. I am glad that I was able to see the same kind of tendencies in myself so that I can work to avoid the roller coaster he spent so long riding. My younger sister, interestingly, is the total opposite. She always does best after failing – a stubborn student, she would skip classes until she literally failed them, then soar to straight A’s in the second half of the year even in advanced calculus and science courses. There is an indignant and vengeful streak in her that enjoys proving people wrong, blowing past expectations. Whereas in me (and my father) there is instead the constant lurking pre-emptive shame of not living up to expectations, and a fear of proving people “right.” Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03185057687419404656noreply@blogger.com