I'm also a semi-perfectionist.
And I am very very very hard on myself.
Talk to my parents about this--during the quizzing season, I push myself so hard I get sick. I worry about statistics, I worry about not being a good enough quizzer, I worry about my teammates and my responsibilities as the oldest on the team, I worry about Nationals, I worry about Quiz-Offs, I worry that I'm not focusing on learning God's word enough, and I worry that I might worry too much.
And yet they still do it.
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And as I was writing, it bothered the heck out of me.
I wanted to sit him down and give him a stern talking-to. I wanted to smack him upside the head and knock some sense into him. I wanted him to realize that all these expectations were destroying all the progress he'd ever made and that it was actually tearing him down. Sometimes, I got mad at him. Yeah, his life sucks, but he's still got so many things to be thankful for. A mom and dad who love each other. A sister who puts up with his eccentricities. Colton Trelawney for a best friend. He has sooooooooooo much. And he overlooks it all and see the negative.
I'm Matt. My mom is Matt. My friends are Matt. Complete strangers are Matt. Yeah, we're messed up people living messed up lives, and there is so much going on that we can't control, but we have so many blessings that we end up ignoring, because the bad stuff is so much bigger and obvious.
We can't have unrealistic expectations for ourselves, and then self-destruct when we don't meet those goals.
|tell yourself this all. the freaking. time. instead, ok?|
Be patient, hold strong, and things will get better.
Trust me on this.
Things will get better.