Mtnjac
Well known member
Today’s task is to identify the last time I made a mistake and how it made me feel.
My overly analytical (conscious) mind overthought this one. How to define a mistake??? A flub, absent mindedness, deliberated, what??? I thought about the question far too long searching for something concrete like an error in addition or subtraction in my checkbook.
Finding nothing to report about something I would normally consider an error, I came up with an OCD habit which stems from doing things perfectly to not make mistakes.
Behavior-wise, I did make a mistake. A silly, but learning moment really, that I’ve not stopped thinking about. Here goes: my adult son and DIL were making my bed after really working hard to raise the head of it to help my reflux. I saw that they had not neatly made hospital corners at the bottom of the top sheet and I jumped in. I demonstrated the method while apologizing for my pickiness.
While I thanked them profusely, it was like watching a movie, with me acting out my OCD. I was very aware of it and ashamed of my unwillingness to just let it be good enough.
My kiddos did not seem offended, maybe because of my apologetic demeanor, but perhaps they realized it’s just me. My DIL said, and meant it as a compliment, “Don’t worry Mom, that’s why your house looks so nice.”
I felt ungracious about not being able to let good enough be ok.
My overly analytical (conscious) mind overthought this one. How to define a mistake??? A flub, absent mindedness, deliberated, what??? I thought about the question far too long searching for something concrete like an error in addition or subtraction in my checkbook.
Finding nothing to report about something I would normally consider an error, I came up with an OCD habit which stems from doing things perfectly to not make mistakes.
Behavior-wise, I did make a mistake. A silly, but learning moment really, that I’ve not stopped thinking about. Here goes: my adult son and DIL were making my bed after really working hard to raise the head of it to help my reflux. I saw that they had not neatly made hospital corners at the bottom of the top sheet and I jumped in. I demonstrated the method while apologizing for my pickiness.
While I thanked them profusely, it was like watching a movie, with me acting out my OCD. I was very aware of it and ashamed of my unwillingness to just let it be good enough.
My kiddos did not seem offended, maybe because of my apologetic demeanor, but perhaps they realized it’s just me. My DIL said, and meant it as a compliment, “Don’t worry Mom, that’s why your house looks so nice.”
I felt ungracious about not being able to let good enough be ok.