Cathy contemplates the source and the cure for her perfectionist ways
This is revolutionary… get ready for it…
Being a perfectionist is a waste of time.
There I said it.
Perhaps it’s the energy suck of hot flashes and other midlife maladies, or just the wisdom of the years, but lo and behold, I have come to realize that I must conserve and preserve my time and energy, and that no one really cares if what I do is less than perfect—no one, that is, but me.