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I feel like I'm just on the brink of really having my act together. My house is moderately clean. I'm almost up to date on bills and mail. I've cleaned out years-old cruft in most of the rooms. My taxes are almost done. The upcoming weekend trip is booked, all but the rental car. I'm making okay progress at work. I'm being beautifully clear and open and honest about my needs and wants when talking to those closest to me, except about one or two things I'm still scared to say. Most of my books are put away and most of them I've read. I have all the clothing I need except a couple pairs of jeans. My laundry is done but the dry cleaning isn't. I'm almost caught up on sleep.
Why is it the last ten percent of the results take the other ninety percent of the effort? Hey, Universe, is this another installment of the perfectionism lesson?
Why is it the last ten percent of the results take the other ninety percent of the effort? Hey, Universe, is this another installment of the perfectionism lesson?
