I've been trying to reconcile something with myself lately.

I'm a perfectionist, I'll admit. I like control. I have an image in my head at all times for my goals. Granted, I don't have it bad enough that I develop anxiety or run myself into the ground, but it does have an emotional toll - I have very high expectations for myself and the people around me. Failing to meet those expectant result in either me cutting off from that person or me crying to my mother about what a failure I am.

Anyways, I've been coming to accept that nobody is perfect. You know how you can hear a cliché your whole life, and then one day, it just kinda clicks? Exactly that. I'm not perfect. I am 100% just winging my entire life right now. I have a feeling that everyone around me is as well.

Sometimes I fuck up. And that's okay. It's just a bruise; not the end of the world. It's incredible how much we can bounce back. Key ingredient: patience.

If I have children one day, I hope I can remember this mindset. My parents are super awesome about not saying "I told you so" for my every realization, but as a teen and now a young adult... So much of it you don't understand until it affects your like right now. It's hard to have that forethought. I've just barely started factoring in Future Goo for Today Goo's decisions.

In other news, I've been debating between getting involved in either the women's resource centre or the student's union on campus next year. I'm kinda leaning towards the student's union to continue having my beliefs challenged... Although I wouldn't think of myself as a charismatic political figure.