About yesterday…

I wrote in yesterday’s post how parenting made my perfectionism very palpable. I described several situations where certain playful activities with my son elicited an almost visceral response to my perfectionist soul – regardless how much I enjoy the activities themselves. I think the concept was easy to follow, but I had nothing to illustrateContinue reading “About yesterday…”

Curb the perfectionism

I never saw myself as a perfectionist. I always thought I was perfectly fine with mediocre, but if there’s one thing that almost three years of parenthood has taught me, it’s that I am a perfectionist. And not just that. I’m hardcore perfectionist. And the feeling seems to only become stronger – or present withContinue reading “Curb the perfectionism”