I think I expect too much. I’m a perfectionist. Those who have seen my room would say otherwise. But really, I am. I just have other things to focus on.
Like homework, Bridget. Get started.
Anyway, *smacks other self on head* I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m a little too obsessed with perfection. This isn’t to say that things aren’t working out, because at the very least, they appear to be. I just wonder if I could handle it if they weren’t. I don’t want to find out. I’m not ready for that, and I don’t know if I ever will be. Maybe it’s not perfection I’m obsessed with. A couple of years ago, I was just focused on surviving, and I didn’t care about perfection. I just wanted the one person I trusted to be there for me. I wanted the few things I could count on to stay. Then we moved, and TKD was out. That was huge. I missed that so much. Then Jordan moved. At this point, the world had already turned upside down for me. It’s still upside down, you know. But it’s upside down in a good way. Nothing’s the same as it was back then. I’m almost a complete opposite. I didn’t realize that until just now, when I said it. But it’s true. I’m different. Most of my likes haven’t changed, but the rest of me has. The rest of my life has. I wonder how many times that’s going to happen.