Perfectionist

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Tuesday, September 4, 2023

My kiddo is such a perfectionist… sadly, I know where she gets it from, *she says while pointing to herself.

My poor kiddo so damned hard on herself. Especially when it comes to softball. She always feels like she has to be perfect. Since she took a (small) break over the summer, she now thinks she’s not as good as she used to be. So, after she had an off day at practice today, she got into the car on the verge of a full blown anxiety attack. It took about 10 minutes of calming her down before I felt comfortable enough with her state of being to make the hour long drive home.

She just doesn’t want to accept that strikeouts are normal. That practice is the time and and place to make those mistakes, so you know what to do to fix them. It doesn’t help that she has a bit of PTSD from the absolute garbage of a coach she had for travel ball last year. Her current coach is trying to get her to understand that she’s not going to get punished for making errors on this team. But this is the third attack in less than two weeks.

Looks like it’s time for another medication adjustment.

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