This past week has been another stressful one.  I know I sound like a broken record, but for a while now that is how things have been.  I envision the weekends as being quite productive, getting some shopping done, cleaning out the fridge, greeting the dust bunnies who have set up a wee little home under the bed.  You know, ‘regular’ things that shouldn’t really present a challenge.

Well, that’s not how things have played out this weekend thus far.  I tend to be very hard on myself in always feeling that I need to do everything perfectly.  I think I have an attitude that if I can’t do something perfectly then I hesitate to do it at all.  That’s not to say I don’t take risks with new activities; I do.  It’s just that at times I feel like a deer in headlights, letting fear envelop me so that…