If there’s anyone who understands perfectionism, it’s me. I’m a major perfectionist. Things may not always work out perfectly and I may try to say I’m okay with that, but secretly I want it to be.
I freak out when I send a typo in a text or tweet. I use white-out (yes, that’s still a thing) on my notes taken in pen when I mess up, wishing while the paint dries that I had used pencil. I continue to buy new moleskine notebook whenever I come into contact with them because starting from page 1 feels good. And of course, I will watch a video just one more time to make sure I got it just right.