Rejecting perfection and reclaiming your best self
A good way to tell if you are really, deeply out of balance is if, on a perfectly ordinary weeknight, you find yourself sobbing into your wine in a lukewarm bath.
It had happened again. I’d gotten a bad case of perfectionitis, ignored all the symptoms, and crashed headlong into the awful, ordinary truth that I’m just a human who gets some things right and other things wrong. I woke up the next morning groggy, embarrassed and almost late to a doctor’s appointment.