The Case of the Recovering Perfectionist
It all began nearly 20 years ago, when I sat down in a college art class, and it's nearly as vivid today as it was back then. "Draw dots", the teacher said. Easy enough...um...not so much. The dots were to be traced from holes punched out of the rigid plastic tops of notebooks, using a specific unforgiving ink pen, which was prone to creating smears and off shot lines. These had to be perfect dots, free of any imperfection. My parents had come down to visit me and take me out to dinner that night, but I got myself so stressed out in a frazzled ball of nerves that I don't even remember if I went out with them.
In the end, I mastered the "dot" and was given praise by the teacher. Then there was Interior Design School, but that opens up a whole other can of worms...so we'll just gloss over that. I think many people can consider a Professional Organizer to be a perfectionist, due to the many flawless "afters" in magazines and TV shows. Alas, we are just everyday people, struggling with a few piles here and there ourselves. I am gradually reaching the level of imperfection that suits me.
Finally, by replaying this story to you, I am shockingly surprised at my love of circles and dots in design!
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