When I was growing up, my grandmother always told me that “Cleanliness was next to Godliness”. I like things to be clean. Neat. Organized. For me, it’s a constant struggle.
My name is Lisa and I am a perfectionist. I am never satisfied with “good enough”. It has to be stellar, shining, immaculate, Grandma ready. If you don’t know what Grandma ready is, let me explain. When you go to Grandma’s house, at least in the South, it’s immaculate. From the flowers in her yard, to the freshly pressed curtains in the kitchen. If you don’t live up to her expectations, I guarantee that you will be talked about.
I tell you, it’s hard to live up to the Grandma status quo. It’s her voice I hear in my head. “You know, how can a person live with that much dust in their house, it is killing them.” Well Grandma, right now my house is dusty and the kitchen cabinets are in serious disarray. Shoot me now. Or come clean for me.
So, while cleanliness might be next to Godliness, I hope she understands that right now I am just trying to get by while adding an extreme amount of work to my schedule. I can’t be perfect all the time and wonder if “good enough” will work for me? It has to.
Otherwise, I might wind up in the psych ward babbling like Porky Pig.