Sainthood, Scrupulousness And The Emerging Case Of The Now What’s


Graduating Class of 147 AD
Graduating Class of 147 AD

“So you’ve decided sainthood isnt for you, after all?”

John sat back, sipped his iced tea and let the words hang in the air for a moment before putting his sweaty glass back onto the table.

I opened my mouth to say something, absorbed his bon mots and then started to laugh.

“You may be a smart ass John, but at least you’re smart,” I finally said.  He grinned, picked up his drink again and played with the straw.

“You would have made a lousy saint, Paul.  We need you down here on earth, anyways.”

I stared at my coffee, then up at the dark gathering clouds.  I felt a few drops come down.

“You’re right, as usual. I probably would have pulled down the median holiness of the rest of them.  Team average plummeting isn’t good for business.”

“Who’s the smart ass now?”

We grabbed our belongings and went inside just as the heavens opened up and the storm bore down on us.

~~~~~~~

I’ve written about John before – he’s a good friend of mine.  If sobriety were gold coins, he would be Scrooge McDuck, minus the being a fictional cartoon character and the poor analogy of mine.  Let’s just say that he’s got time.  He is also a shining example of recovery, and I have been blessed to have him in my path and as an ally.  He’s a gentle soul with biting tongue and measured responses.

He mentioned to me once before about me being “scrupulous”.  I knew it wasn’t a compliment, exactly, but I knew he said it out of love and concern.  It’s been months since he said that and it’s been in my head churning slowly like freshly made bratwurst. A daily grind, if you will (sorry).  I was offended and confused at first, but then realized it would be better if I actually looked up the word before planning my next outrage.  To whit:

Scrupulous:

  1. (of a person or process) Diligent, thorough, and extremely attentive to details.
  2. Very concerned to avoid doing wrong.

So while I am down with the first one, I was a little taken back by the second.  While they both seem very similar, there are some marked differences. The first definition is positive, while the second has a negative connotation.  Guess which one John was connecting me to?

Personally, this is just wrong.  Ridiculous.  Who do such a thing??  Everyone knows pink shearing scissors produces a better cut and shine to Fine Fescue.  Jeez.
Personally, this is just wrong. Ridiculous. Who’d do such a thing?? Everyone knows pink shearing scissors produces a better cut and shine to Fine  Georgian Fescue.  Jeez.

Prior to our conversation on the patio there, I had been asking John for his advice about recovery, and more specifically, about my own journey.  He has known me for a little while now, so he is aware of how fastidious I can be at times.  I call him at times, often in a calm panic, about things that in the end I already know, but need confirmation about.  It’s almost like he’s the green light I need at times.  He’s the tarmac marshall on the ground, guiding the plane the last 20 feet into the terminal, light sticks and all.  I go to him (and a few select, oh so lucky others…ha ha) to make sure my “T”‘s are crossed properly.  He’s my Reverend Lovejoy to my Ned Flanders.

You see, the reason I bristled at this “scrupulous” tag was that I didn’t see myself that way.  Surprise, surprise – I get annoyed when someone sees something in me that I think I don’t have.  Especially when it’s not positive.  (“What? Talkative? Moi?  Sit down and let me tell you the 47 reasons why I don’t see it like that…in alphabetical order…” etc.)  So after brushing off the dust of my own incredulity, I started to allow this to absorb.  I let it sink to where it needed to sink to.  And it brought up lots of things for me.

A good time to be scrupulous.  Or insane.  Or both.  Regardless, not the kind of buzz I used to seek.
A good time to be scrupulous. Or insane. Or both. Regardless, not the kind of buzz I used to seek.

The one thing I learned in recovery is that people aren’t perfect.  I know, crazy proposition, eh? I reckon that I was always trying to be Mr. Perfect in my active days (and was unconsciously trying to be Mr. AA in recovery). I certainly made it a habit of trying to perfect the slow death that I had embarked on in my drinking.  In school I strived for 100%.  Sometimes got it, other times wished I got it.  Nothing in between.   All-or-nothing stuff – what makes made-for-TV specials glow.  Perfectionism.  What a crippling hatchet.  But bred in the bone.

So now sober, and knowing that I cannot ever achieve perfection, I opened myself up to being wrong.  I almost liked being wrong – one more thing to fix.  Another opportunity to take a Universal Mulligan and start again.  Learn from the errors.  Tally up yet another failure and move on.  [Insert favourite inspirational quote here.  I will wait]. I had convinced myself that I had no issues with making mistakes, messing up, tripping over my own inadequacies and seeing me for the flawed yokel that I was.

Poppycock.

J'accuse!  Wrongdoer!  Charlatan!  Provocateur!
J’accuse!   Wrongdoer!  Charlatan!   Provocateur!

What I have come to realize is that I am still afraid to make mistakes.  I harbour no ill will in admitting my wrongs.  I am good at that.  I am a Broadway-level understudy apologist at times.  I concede my errors, make the apology and move on.  Resentment free.  But I still do not like making mistakes.  It’s the all-or-nothing sweeping under me again, blanketing me, wrapping me up in an unrealistic view of life.  This is why I was so worried about too much recovery recently.  I feared that I wasn’t doing it properly.  That I would fail that as well.  That I would mess it up the same way I messed up my life.  Cause and effect.  History weighing heavily on me.

Why is there this need for me to not make errors, even in recovery?  I know in my mind that it’s going to happen, something to be embraced almost, nothing to be ashamed of.  It’s just taken a long time for it to hit my heart.  To scrape off the old wallpaper of perfectionism and brush on this imperfect pattern of acceptance and humility and selflessness.  Cull a few nasty branches off the Ego Tree.   Take a few good whacks at the trunk while I’m at it.  I am starting to actually embrace this through actions rather than sanctimonious intellectualization.  Oh goody.

I need to heed this often.  Like a few hundred times a day.  Out damned spot, out!
I need to heed this often. Like a few hundred times a day. Out damned spot, out!

So I have quietly, organically, without plan, began an effort of following every mistake or lack of judgement or error or [insert favourite “mistake” synonym here.  I will wait.] with a “Now what?”  Ok, so I screwed up by double booking job interviews.  Now what? I called one of the candidates back and he cheerfully took a new time.  Done.  I made a mistake in not doing something I promised my wife.  Now what?  Do it.  Stop overthinking it.  Done.

“Now what?” allows me to be gentle on myself with the added bonus of prompting me to take action.  Two powerful words.  Like “Free Jello”.  Or “Play through”. I don’t feel the need to hammer myself so much when I mess up.  I can look around and see that I am human, that this imperfection is what makes us all perfect in the way we were meant to be.  In an imperfect way.  Without mistakes, I am not given the chance to change or grow.  And that is why I love recovery – I am not only encouraged to be ok with mistakes, but gives me the tools to work with them.  And be gentle on myself.  I need that these days.

Now what?
Now what?  indeed…

~~~~~~~

“John, I just don’t want to screw up the one thing that has given me life again.” I said in hushed tones in the crowded cafe.

“You haven’t screwed up Paul.  You’re here. But you’re putting expectations on yourself that  no one can live up to,” John replied, slurping the last of his iced tea, ice cubes dancing around the glass.

“I know that…I just fear that I will continue to mess up.”

“You will.  And that’s ok.  There isn’t much difference between us and the saints,” he said.

“What’s that difference? That’ they’re perfect or something?”

“Not that at all. Saints are sinners that got smart. We get smarter, more open, more loving, more available.  We don’t become saints though, but we do get closer to God.”

I wiped a sudden tear away.  I just wanted to know it was going to be ok.  I felt that it would. I tried to smile.

We sat without speaking, listening to the dull roar of milk foaming and the rain hitting the hard plastic furniture on the patio next to us. It rained for a long time.

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19 Comments Add yours

  1. I spent most of my life knowing that perfection is impossible but that it was ok to try to be perfect. Kind of like, so you’re saying there’s a chance? I still don’t like taking risks that could make me look bad but at least I know that perfection doesn’t exist. We do need to be gentle with ourselves.

    1. You’re right, Karen – being gentle on ourselves is key. It’s amazing how, at times, how ruthless we can be…even in recovery. Or at least I can (I don’t want to speak for others). The fear of looking bad is certainly there. I have learned to not give it so much power, that fear. Amazing how we still seek a level of perfection or near perfection for ourselves that we would never put on anyone.

      Wonderful comments!

      Paul

  2. warmginger says:

    The Scrooge McDuck is the best bad analogy I’ve ever read. I love it for all its ugly, beautiful wrongness… kind of like your photos. 😉
    I started running five years ago because I was crap at it. Always had been. And I’m still kind of crap. The first half hour has never stopped hurting and my half-marathon times are simply average, but for me, that’s kind of the whole point.

    1. What a wonderful share there, WG. Loved it. Have you read Christy’s post the other day on comparisons and running and sobriety? It’s brilliant – check it out

      http://bit.ly/11pwoOl

      It’s fantastic.

      Anyway, I love the fact you’re still at it after 5 years. I may or may not have given up. Persistence. I still need work on that. You’re an inspiration!

      Thank you for being here 🙂

      Paul

      1. warmginger says:

        I loved her post. And sobriety in the Gulf is actually a lot easier than running here!

  3. Perfectionism and fear of making mistakes has been there in my life, and recovery has really helped me to let go of the need to get everything right. Most days I can accept that I’m perfectly imperfect but there are still those days when I beat myself up when things go wrong.
    ‘Stop overthinking’ is good advice here. Not everything needs to be analysed and it’s okay just to let it go.
    You are good enough Paul!

    1. Hi Carolyn,

      As usual, your comments are full of the insight and wisdom that I need (and your posts on your blog always seem to be on something that I struggle with…like your last post). Stop overthinking. Yup. Got me heaps of that at times. Other times I kick it old school and not think much at all and go with it. Those days and moments go smoother 🙂

      Thank you – I am blessed to have you here!

      Paul

  4. furtheron says:

    Terrific post. So relate to this the perfectionism and still in recovery not being a risk taker in case it goes wrong.

    My wife the other day said “Stop saying sorry” so that is still there too.

    1. Ha ha…I was laughing at what your wife said. I was like that all the time. Like I mentioned, I still have my sprees of apologies. Then I am sorry for apologizing so much. Ridiculous. But that’s part and parcel of where we are at times. Just motor through it, learn a molecule or two of something, and move on.

      Thanks for this, Graham. Glad you stopped by, as always.

      Paul

      1. furtheron says:

        Yep – she said that I just looked at her and said (you know what’s coming don’t you) “Sorry” and shrugged… 🙂

  5. Belle says:

    i had a friend in college, and her psychologist said to her: “try not to care so much.” and this was to apply to everything: her hair, what her boyfriend thought of her, whether it would rain tomorrow. i remember that phrase often. and the look on my friend’s face, who found the whole thing insulting. like the world would go to hell if she cared ‘less’. i know now that she missed the point. and her psychologist’s comment bounced off of her and on to me for safe-keeping…

    1. Belle! Love when you stop by and comment.

      I like that “try not to care so much”. I am keeping that in the memory banks. And I really loved what you said about the comment bouncing off of her and to you for safe-keeping. And now you share it. What a gift! Thank you so much for this little treasure 🙂

      Blessings,
      Paul

  6. lifecorked says:

    I couldn’t have said it better, Paul! After struggling with OCD and perfectionism most of my life, I’ve finally been able to let go a little. I try to practice a phrase I learned in therapy a long time ago “It’s good enough.” Thanks for the reminder that we don’t have to be perfect – because perfection doesn’t exist! We’re good enough and that’s okay!

    1. I love that line – “It’s good enough”. It sometimes takes a lot of work to get something so simple like that through my head. But it’s great to hear about where you came from regarding that and how you’ve been able to integrate it into your life. Thank you so much Chenoa for this…means a lot to me 🙂

      Paul

  7. Sober Life says:

    Scrupulous!! OMG! That is me exactly! 1. Is what i think should be good, and 2. Is what keeps me up all night! LOL! Yes, I know perfect doesn’t exist, but I am sure gonna try it! So funny story here… My HP sure puts what I need in my life: I was offered a promotion at work, last year, my ego was extatic! Lol! So I took it. This position involves … Guess what? Making lots of decisions! I mean like all on my own, with no one to ask for advice! Omg. I though I was gonna go nuts! The fear of being wrong just took over me. I told my sponsor, I can’t do this! But she reminded me that this was my lesson to be. So I am still in the position, I’ve made some mistakes. Yes, believe it or not! Lol! But I sure have gotten better at not caring so much! Which has inadvertently made other parts of my life much smoother! Great post Paul, as always! Thank you!

  8. WordsFallFromMyEyes says:

    This is great – & so well paced with those wonderful photos!!! 🙂 You’ve really made me smile with that long haired love hearts guy!!

    An excellent read, Paul. You’ve given me much pause to reflect. Thank you.

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