per-fect-shun...

I think I've realized a few things about my domestic-ality this week. After spending a week alone at home, I've realized some things that I really enjoy doing (washing dishes *only my dishes*, ironing, cooking, and small crafty projects). The problem is, I often don't have the time, or actually, I don't take the time to do these things that I enjoy. And here is why. I like for things to be done perfectly. While this seems to be a good thing, it is not. Perfection is something we rarely (or should I say, I rarely) achieve. So when things can't be done perfectly or how I want them, what do I do? I give up. I quit. I don't even try.

But when I do take a few minutes to do something, I love it. For example, tonight, I made dinner for me and Madie... (here is a small glimpse and I say small glimpse because these pictures are tiny... thanks to my awful camera phone.)







After finishing making dinner and arranging it, I felt so good. I accomplished something. A simple meal that took probably no more than 30 minutes to make. And in those 30 minutes, I was able to listen to some good music which made the experience all the more relaxing.

So now you know what's going on inside my mind. I know, I know... its so-o-o exciting...right=)

What makes you feel good and gives you a sense of accomplishment?

(edit: I know the title for this blog is spelled wrong. I did it on purpose to prove a point to myself that things can be wrong and the world still goes around. but as I write this, it is driving me crazy...=)