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  • Writer's pictureSabrina Jo Atto

Perfection's Lesson

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh! This article sounds like shit! DELETE…..I still hate it….I suck at writing! DELETE! Why am I even trying to write a blog, I’m not a writer! AUGH!”

Hi, my name is Sabrina and I suffer from perfectionism: “Sabrina you know better, what’s wrong with you!”, “The cookies could have been better if I just…”, “How does Pinterest make it look so easy?!”.

Can anyone out there relate?

Sign of mania: I feel everything important, to me, needs to be perfect!

My family has a deli and at this deli I take care of prepping the salad bar, like chopping cukes, apples, and peppers. I also make customers their salads and at the end of the day I thoroughly clean the bar by putting product away, washing dishes, get the picture?

When and if the salad bar isn’t picture perfect I want to freak out.

“Why in the hell did you put the spoon for the garbanzo beans back crooked? You know I like it when the spoons are lined up in the same direction and look uniform! What will the customers think if they see a crooked spoon?! You FOOL!”

I know, I sound crazy!

I guarantee that my brother Joseph and coworker Florin have called me more than crazy at times.

Thing is, I want the salad bar to look clean and pretty, and that’s okay.

What takes it too far is: “ARE YOU F!@# SERIOUS, WHY DO I HAVE TO REPEAT MYSELF EVERYDAY?” or mumbling under my breath “they are soooo ridiculous, don’t they know how to work?!”

Whether it is my need for perfect order, the right outfit, or paint color there comes a point when I have to let go of controlling the outcome.

Sometimes things aren’t going to get done or be done the way I hope or expect.

That’s ok.

My need to control how the salad bar looks, how this blog post sounds, or worrying