this poem will really make you think

What, finally, shall we say

In the last moment When we will be confronted By the Unimaginable, The One Who could not be measured or contained In space or time Who was Love Unlimited?

What shall we answer When the question is asked About our undeeds Committed In his name— In the name of him For whose sake we promised To have courage To abandon everything?

Shall we say That we didn’t know— That we couldn’t hear the clatter Of hearts breaking— Millions of them— In lonely rooms, in alleys      and prisons And in bars?

Shall we explain That we thought it mattered That buildings were constructed And maintained In his honor— That we were occupied With the arrangements Of hymns and prayers And the proper, responsible way Of doing things?

Shall we tell him That we had to take care Of the orderly definition      of dogmas So that there was no time To listen to the      sobbing Of the little ones Huddled in corners Or the silent despair Of those already beyond      sobbing?

Or, shall we say this, too: That we were afraid— That we were keeping busy      with all this To avoid confrontation Wih the reality of his      meaning Which would lead us to      repentance—- That it was fear that      kept us Hiding in church pews And in important boards      and committees When he went by?

                     —Ursula Solek

So, this explains a lot... hahaha

We who are your closest friends feel the time has come to tell you that every thursday we have been meeting, as a group, to devise ways to keep you in perpetual uncertainty frustration discontent and torture by neither loving you as much as you want nor cutting you adrift. Your analyst is in on it, plus your boyfriend and your ex-husband; and we have pledged to disappoint you as long as you need us. In announcing our association we realize we have placed in your hands a possible antidote against uncertainty indeed against ourselves. But since our thursday nights have brought us to a community of purpose rare in itself with you as the natural center, we feel hopeful you will continue to make unreasonable demands for affection if not as a consequence of your disastrous personality then for the good of the collective.

My view on perfectionism :)

"Perfectionism means that you try desperately not to leave so much mess to clean up. But clutter and mess show us that life is being lived. Clutter is wonderfully fertile ground--- you can discover new treasures under all those piles, clean things up, edit things out, fix things, get a grip. Tidiness suggests that something is as good as it's going to get. Tidiness makes me think of held braleath, of suspended animation." -Anne lamott

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his breif hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. -Shakespeare