My so called life

I am such a dork sometimes. I was in such a mad rush to leave for my internship this morning that I sent my professor several e-mail messages with the wrong versions of my Structural and Narrative Therapy papers (wrong meaning there were little mistakes throughout that I had not caught and would cringe knowing were left unfixed). Luckily, one of my clients cancelled this morning and I was able to send my professor the right versions. I just hope she opens that message first—not the other three.

I remember B. asking me this morning if I was finished yet--a question he had asked me about 20 times yesterday and a few times earlier this morning. I shouted, “NO!” through the door to the other room, because I was not going to get up from the computer. He shouted back, “I think you are spending too much time and are being a perfectionist.” I believe he secretly likes teasing me about it, because I made the mistake of telling him that one of my professors had said the same thing to me once.

I also think he gets a kick out of seeing me so completely focused, where I have somewhat of a "single-track mind" for brief periods of time, because I believe he sees me as very different in my daily life. I joked about it with him, and he said that it is rather funny, because it’s one extreme or the other…

Such is the story of my life. That is, until I choose to rewrite it and change my relationship with procrastination and perfectionism...