i've been away from this blog for some time now, but still rambling along the road to a perfectly satisfying existence. when i decided to sign on again, i thought about the way i began. it remains true. we find ourselves once again picking things up in the middle somewhere.
I am a perfectionist, and anyone who suffers the same fate or knows someone who does, knows we're far from perfect. However, I have found certain outlets for my tendencies and a man who is entirely humored by my need for things to be "done right". Food bears the brunt of my neurosis, but new ways of manifesting perfectionism are always popping up. I'm not really crazy (I'm pretty sure) but I've learned to laugh at myself!