Authenticity vs. Perfectionism
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4 min readFeb 17, 2020
I have the curse of perfectionism. I’d like to blame my genetics, an evil fairy who wasn’t invited to my Christening. Or maybe the ghost clown from Scooby-Doo, with his pretty gold coin mesmerizing me with its twinkle, but those would be excuses. I need chaos like I need vitamin D and Nutella, but I also need order so I can keep my shit together. Order, like a toothpaste tube slowly squeezing out a little chaos to clean my teeth with…