I’m the child of a perfectionist. As many children of perfectionists will tell you, we have to struggle throughout our adult lives to escape our own perfectionism, learning – and learning to believe – the mantra that there are many correct ways to do something.
That said, I think I’ve come a long way to addressing my perfectionism and have become much more accepting others’ ways of doing things.
I live with someone – have committed to spending my life with that someone, in fact – who is still struggling with his perfectionism. In his case (I’ll not reveal his name in order to protect his identity, so let’s just call him “B”), I playfully like to call it his obsessive-compulsive disorder. Emphasis on the word “playfully”, if you’re reading this, B.
Our new condo has a shortage of storage at the moment, because there are two bookshelves and an office armoire that have yet to arrive. We’d like to install a china cabinet, too, but that’s another matter. In the meantime we have things stored in boxes and some extra kitchen items stored in a bedroom closet.
It is very important to B that these be organized, regardless of for how short a time they’ll be there. Which is how we ended up with the organized cabinet that is pictured above.
What’s really neat about it – this is something I just love about B – is the little drawing and inventory he did. Here it is in more detail:
Isn’t it cute?