So I found myself on Interstate-70 Friday morning heading to work.
It was no different than any other day. But it was quite foggy.
The fog was thick enough to cut with a knife and I couldn't help but think, "Self, your brain feels just as thick."
I've always wanted to walk away from the office after each day thinking everything was done right. All the I's were dotted and all the T's were crossed.
Sometimes, however, it simply doesn't work that way.
This is something I've come to learn and am still coming to grip with.
Lately, I've found myself in a peculiar situation. I'm micro-managing more than ever.
When did this happen? Why did this happen? How did this happen? What caused this to happen?
More than likely, however, it boils down to perfectionism.
Somewhere along the line, I became a perfectionist. Everything has to be perfect all the time.
As I grow older, I'm learning that isn't always possible, but it's still attainable, isn't it?
I can remember shortly after arriving at The Brazil Times in the 20th Century, one of my favorite sayings in the office was "perfection is attainable."
Honestly, it isn't.
Sometimes, you can get close. But often times, you're so far away.
While heading to work Friday morning, I came to the conclusion that it's possible that I have become a cliché.
I have become my own worst enemy.
I beat my head against the wall just as much -- and if not more -- than the people to the left and right of me. Mistakes can be made and I take them personally.
I hate mistakes, just as much as anyone else. But, unlike a lot of people, I have never learned how to leave work at work.
And all I can ask is, "Why?"
I have a tremendous staff that work with me on a daily basis to put together this newspaper.
They are a pure joy to work with. And, guilty as charged, I don't tell them that enough. Words truly can't express how grateful I am to have such great people to work with.
They know the drill. They know what is expected. Their expectations are just as high as mine.
They are true working-class professionals and that's something to be proud of.
I wanted to take the time and this space to congratulate them and to thank them for all of their efforts and hard work.
They deserve it.
It's been a long year. Some bad things have happened and some wonderful things have happened.
And that is how life is, learning to soak the good and the bad -- and sometimes, the ugly -- all in with a proverbial sponge.
Honesty is the best policy, isn't it?