I give in to sin because I like to practice what I preach...

While driving home I made a mental list of my bad habits and became very frustrated. Who wouldn't really? It was then a thought came to me clear and rational, how come I'm not perfect? I work so hard at overcoming all my undesirable traits and still I will never be perfect. As far as goals go, perfection is clearly impossible, but I am somehow disappointed and saddened by the truth of it all.
You see, I have always lived by a certain good girl standard that if I try really hard to be perfect and good then I will succeed. In fact one of my favorite movies as a girl was Cinderella because she was a good and virtuous girl who got rewarded, with shoes no less. If you're good and always do what is right then life will bestow all sorts of goodies and treats upon you. Sounds fair, right?
Well, my early twenties has done everything in it's power to destroy that idea. I didn't get the job, boy, grades, life that I wanted and tried so hard to be worthy of by doing what I thought was right. It was so disappointing that I sunk into a deep depression that rendered me usless until the age of twenty-six. Then I had to pull my life together and clean up my mess.
I'm still struggling with feelings of worthlessness because I have failed in my quest for perfection. I will always fail and what I have to do now is just live my life and go from there...