I have always been a perfectionist, since I can remember I have been very set on doing things perfectly. Every detail in place and giving my very best at everything. I did pretty good at this for the most part up until about a year ago. When I had Stella, I was forced to realize that sometimes there are more important things in life than perfect. Things changed and all of a sudden I realized that you can not get so busy that you forget to live. The dishes will still be there when I am finished spending time with God, the laundry will still need to be put away when I am done cuddling with my little girl, and the business of life will still be there if I stop to enjoy the little moments.
It sounds so much easier when it is typed up, but in reality it is a daily struggle between perfect and wonderful.