Last night I stayed up late.Like, 5:30 in the morning, late.I was tinkering on a little programming project, that sort of got out of hand. I kept feeling like, “I’ve almost got it…”, only to find one more little problem. The kind of thing that...
I’m a recovering perfectionist.Not the wanna-be kind, that says they’re a perfectionist because they have high standards. No, I’m the kind that always feels bad about what they’ve done, because it’s not quite as good as it could have been.Worse, I...