Recovering Perfectionist

Driftwood Beach, Georgia, is full of beautiful driftwood and trees. It's like a tree graveyard. This is because the north end of the island is slowly eroding away and being deposited on the south end of the island. This goes to show that beauty can come from imperfect things. 


I have been a perfectionist for as long as I can remember. I have not always coped with it in the best ways. I remember learning to write and wanting my penmanship to be flawless. I erased until the paper ripped. I can still smell the burning eraser. I have been the girl in the back row, biting her cuticles before the big presentation. I have been that quiet person at the meeting, knowing I had so much to add to the conversation, but not speaking up. Being an introvert does not help! I am a procrastinator, ignorer of responsibilities, avoider of confrontation, master pretender, and all those other wonderful things that come along with wanting things to be perfect or not be at all. I also like to make up words. I began taking jewelry classes this year and it is one if the best things I have done for myself. It has been a great and healthy coping skill. I hope to share some of my pieces with you!

So, there it is. I am working on these things and trying to be present and more vulnerable. This blog will serve as a place to share what I am passionate about, a creative outlet, and a place to let general baddassery shine.