Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

I have taken on a new task in our household of late. And it is because of all the freakin' snow that's been falling from the sky. Shovelling. Shovelling snow. Yeehaw.

The truth is, I actually quite enjoy shovelling the snow. It's kind of twisted. I've been asking myself what I like about it, and I think I've figured it out.

When I come in from shovelling the snow, I feel good. It's good exercise. And I never exercise, so it's good for my body to get out there and move that snow. I love the way exercising makes me feel, but I think exercising just for the sake of exercising (like running, aerobics, going the the gym) is a waste of time. I guess that's because I don't have time for exercise unless it accomplishes something else besides just exercising. So by shovelling the snow, I not only get some exercise, but I also accomplish something.

I also like the fact that I can do a crappy job and it doesn't really matter. Because it's just going to snow again. And then I will shovel again. Or, it will just melt, and all evidence of my hard work will just vanish, hence I don't have to do my best and get every little snowflake off our driveway and walkway.

I told this to someone this week, and was asked by them if I was a perfectionist. I think that is an odd question. It's redundant, because no matter who you are, if you are telling the truth the answer is always no. If anyone says they are a perfectionist, they are lying.
Why, you ask? Well....let me tell you.

If you are not a perfectionist, then you simply are not, so the answer is no.

If you are a perfectionist, you realize that nothing you do is absolutely perfect. In fact, you probably think that most things that you do fall very very short of being perfect. So you must not be a perfectionist because nothing you do is perfect. (And if you think that most things you do are perfect, then you definately aren't a perfectionist, because if you really were a perfectionist, you'd see all the shortcomings and find fault in most things that you do.) So, the answer again is no.

Wrap your mind around that one.

So, I told this person that no, I was not a perfectionist.