I remember when I first arrived in Taiwan the hand gestures were on top form. In a struggle to communicate it was my survival mechanism (I guess they still are). However they have been dulled down a bit now. One that I did often signaled 'perfect!' It was a real simple hand signal and so everything could not be "yeah that's okay!" it had to be perfect. That was the hand signal I knew and worked.
Doing the washing, taking it out of the washing machine, hanging it, folding it, doing the dishes, preparing meals, buying food (and WATER!), dressing professionally, having fun, being social, getting enough sleep, eating well, keeping fit, not to mention being energetic for my job, being well prepared, saving money (trying my best!), making the most of living abroad, remembering to write, keeping contact with my beloveds, cleaning my flat, going to church, being hygienic, being abreast of admin and so the list goes on. I'm sure you know the drill...
Moving on, the urge for it all to be perfect is clearly present. I am reluctant to accept its pull which leads to anxiety and stress. The house doesn't have to be perfectly clean and it's okay to forget to message a friend back here and there. I guess what I am trying to say is that we need to resist the urge to try and play to perfectionism's game. But why? It steals joy! I would hate for this season to end and only see later the fun and joy that it is...I can become so focused on being in control that I forget to enjoy the process. I want to be aware of the good thoughts I could be thinking like...
WELL DONE!
That movement out of bed was FANTASTIC!
You are a fascinating human being.
I enjoy being me.
I love what I do.
When I start looking for the things I love, I find them.
But, I don't always see them when I'm not looking.
So this again is a reminder to me to think on all that is lovely, pure, honorable, godly, good, a blessing and so on. May the list of good things never end...
May our minds be consistently filled with the goodness of God.
Blessings,
Sarah.
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