I have learned that things only have to perfect for me really. And what I see as not perfect some people do. I agree Reesha about the stress part. If I start feeling to much stress I back off.
I had a dad that made me once (or twice) scrub a walkway and a wall and said I had to get it clean enough to eat off of. Actually everything he had me do had to be perfect. even though I never came close and always disappointed him. But lucky for me as an adult and finally figuring it out. He was wrong and I am perfect in my own perfect way! Which is not perfect but I am way happy with that!
Does that make since?
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
> Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!