One Way

I am a perfectionist. Or rather, a recovering one, as the title states. Perhaps some of you can identify with the struggle: I’m afraid to do something new because I’m afraid of looking stupid, or doing something  wrong.  I’m afraid to walk down a path that I know may lead to something good, but because I don’t exactly know what is at the end of the path (or how I’ll get there), I’m scared to take it, and maybe I never do. If I can’t be the best in a certain field, situation, or path, I worry about trying it, or avoid it altogether. I’m afraid of what people think of me…a lot. With how I look physically and how I dress. With how my actions and speech may come across. With how and where I spend my time and energies, or don’t. I’m afraid of wasting time, energy, or money because every tiny millisecond and tenth of a cent count, right? I’m afraid of failure and making mistakes. In anything. Ever. And I’m not necessarily talking about sin here (though right guilt and wrong guilt wou