Even though I am new to blogging, I have had success in the newspaper business as a sports editor, page designer, and photographer. As a writer, I covered mostly local high school sports, thus had an audience of teachers, parents, and students. Nothing made my day more than when I would be out and about in the community and would receive a compliment on a story I wrote or maybe how great the sports section was looking. Those compliments assured me that my hard work was being noticed by my target audience.
Rain on My Parade
Kind words seemed to flow readily, partly because I was good at my job, but mostly because I lived in a small, middle-America community. As often as I heard compliments, it only would take one thing to ruin my week … a typo in a story, headline, or cutline. It was kind of like the comedian that looks past all the applause, but only sees the guy in the front row sitting stoically with his arms crossed.
Yes, I am a perfectionist. Not with everything, but things I create. Ask my wife or co-workers and they will tell you that I am not a perfectionist when it comes to my wardrobe. Hell, I could wear the same outfit everyday and not really think twice about it. My hair, or what’s left of it, not much there to worry about it being perfect. As long as it doesn’t stick up too much, or look like Something About Mary, I am good.
In preparation for a recent move, we were advised by our Realtor to make some home repairs. Well, you can just imagine how difficult it must have been for me to install laminate flooring throughout, basically, the whole house. I will tell you that I am not the most handy guy in the world, but I can do quite a few things around the house. I am always happy whenever I do a project around the house and it doesn’t look like I did it, but that it could have been done by a professional.
My Dad was a carpenter. He is the hardest working man I had ever been around. With that being said, I know that eventually my Dad will be in my house, checking over the work that I did. Like any son, they want to impress their Father, thus every little detail must be perfect. No big gaps around baseboards, no open mitre corners, and by all means, everything MUST be level.
I worry about everything, even more so as I have gotten older. Is it normal to have a pain there? Should that look like that? My wife has been asked to look at some things that I would be embarrassed to ask my family doctor to take a look at. My Dad used to tell me that I was going to worry myself to death.
You don’t think that’s possible do you? Do you? Let me go look that up on WebMD.