The Blur
It’s amazing what you can miss when your goal is to move through life as meticulously as possible. I am arguably the most detail-oriented person I know, and it takes at least five lists and reminders to get me through a day. I find pleasure in tasks that some find torturous, such as vacuuming an entire house or reorganizing my closet. Anything less than perfection will not do.
My drive for precision is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it has pushed me to set incredible goals and accomplish incredible things with the utmost accuracy and dedication. On the other hand, it can override my consciousness and transform me into an insensible machine.
The danger approaches when I overcommit myself to an unrealistic schedule. I have a constant urge to complete everything in the most detailed manner and my life feels as though it’s a blur of lights whizzing by on the freeway.
To create organization out of chaos, my instinct is to tune out all distractions. I tend to push aside all the amazing people and activities in my life and lose sight of what’s important. I’ve come to realize that life isn’t perfect; trying to impose an unrealistic standard for myself will only waste time that could be spent with the people I love. I’d much rather escape the blur than be taken by its turmoil.
