Where is perfection?

I had an epiphany the other day. Sometimes I get myself into trouble by wanting and thinking that I am farther along on my path to perfection then I really am. Don't know if that makes sense. Things come along that kind of bug me, but I try to shake it off and tell myself that it really isn't that big of a deal and it shouldn't bother me, and then I try to act accordingly, and then time passes and I find that I'm in a bad mood, and then I have to retrace my steps and my days trying to pinpoint why I'm so grumpy, and it is hard to figure it out because it usually relates to something that happened several days ago, and that I tried to suppress, because "Hey, I shouldn't be bothered by that event, right? I'm better than that." When the reality is, "No, right now you're not better than that. Maybe some day you will be, but be honest with yourself, admit your weak and that you get upset by things that really aren't important, deal with it, resolve it and move on." Sounds simple in writing, but I still struggle with it. I just want to be better than I am. Nothing wrong with that right? ........Wrong.