Throughout my 16 years of education, grades were a big huge deal to me.
When I was in the third grade, one day I came home in tears. The conversation with my mom went something like this:
Mom: What’s wrong?
Me: I didn’t ace my math test.
Mom: Relax, it’s okay. What did you get?
Me: 98 percent.
Mom: What? That is an A…
Me: {Wipes tears, in all seriousness} Really? But it’s not a 100 percent? {Confused look}
Mom: Well, it’s still an A. It’s a great score, actually! Way to go.
Me: Ooh… okay then.
Classic Angie moment right there.
Striving for 100 percents didn’t end that day. Maybe it had something to do with my always-seeking-attention, middle-child personality. Or the fact that my mom is a teacher. Or that both my sisters are smartypants.
Had I relaxed a bit about studying and overachieving in school, I would’ve gotten by just fine. But, for whatever reason, I put more pressure than necessary on myself.
And I do that in life all the time. Perfect house, perfect marriage, perfect career. To me, a 98 percent just ain’t good enough.
But life is never perfect. Perfection simply doesn’t exist on this earth.
And that’s okay.
Because someday we’ll live in perfection for an eternity.
Love your blog Angie…