Boy, I hate making mistakes. Earlier this week I proofread a monthly article the Sheriff's PR person writes. It's very informative and funny. People all over the country read it. I usually proofread for grammar, punctuation and sometimes for content. Well this week I let some information stay in the article that I should have questioned (whether people's email addresses are public information--they aren't). I had heard a part of a discussion before the release and thought that the woman writing the article knew something I didn't know, and so I didn't question having that info in the article. Well, I should have. Now the article has been released and read throughout the county, the country and in some foreign countries.
I guess a correction will have to made in next month's article. The good news is that the email addresses were not released, just the emails themselves. I think the correction will mostly fix everything.
The thing is, I really want and try to be perfect, but I am so far from it. I guess I have to just continue trying. The only other option is not to try at all. I look forward to the day "when He (Christ) shall appear, we shall be like Him; for we shall see Him as He is." At that time we probably will only see Him and His perfection. Our perfection will hardly matter to us.
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I feel your pain. I still beat myself up for mistakes I've made decades ago. That's too much pressure.
It is so much work trying to be perfect. It is just a constant strain. I'm really wanting to give it up. Really. I'm pretty tired of it. But then what would I be? I wish I were Mary Poppins. It seemed to come naturally to her to be "practically perfect in every way."
You're right, Kay. We can't give up. I suppose my second wish after wanting perfection is for no one else to see my mistakes and imperfections. Sadly neither thing will be true in my lifetime. I guess it's the nature of being human and having an old nature. Not my favorite part of being human.
Once when I worked at a nursing home, I type a letter to the families to inform them of the upcoming Christmas Party for the residents. We had discussed how we didn't want it on the same day as the employees' party. So...guess what! I typed the wrong date in the letter, proofed it, made copies, and mailed them. THEN, I discovered my error. Too late. We did manage, however, but were we ever tired!
See, I even made a mistake in that comment!
Moms, thanks for the encouragement.
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