Perfectionism or Patience? Take Your Pick.
This is it. This is the Peace, the piece of God I’ve always asked for. "Um Pôr do Sol na Praia" - Silva e Ludmilla The kettle whistles. I think to myself, “Wow, I really love making my cup of tea.” I pour the boiling water into my teacup, already filled with my creamer, sugar and of course the black tea bag. (Fight me, this is the right way to make tea.) I sit down at the dining table and think “Wow, I really have nothing to do.” I don’t have any obligations at this point in time. Yet, I’m still searching, seeking really, for something to do. It’s funny how I’ve got to learn how to relax. Literally sit myself down. Breathe in. Breathe out. These are conscious thoughts that I have to make. My teeth have actually been hurting the past couple of days because of how tight I’ve been clenching my teeth, biting down. The less things I have to do, the more agitated I become. Why? As my schedule frees up and I have less and less obligations that I actually have to tend to, ...