Raise your hand if you consider yourself a perfectionist. My hand is raised to the ceiling. I recently decided to embrace imperfection, and now I am a recovering perfectionist. But I am not far enough along in recovery to put my hand down. Perfectionism runs deep. It is not something I can toss out the ...

Stress is like that friend who you have known for your whole life who makes annoying life decisions. You know they’ll pop up at the worst times with a crisis that needs to be addressed immediately. They won’t ever go away, but sometimes they behave. I do not handle stress well. I bottle a lot ...

I’m what you would call a “hardcore perfectionist.” Between years of agonizing over how to reach peak perfection and stumbling over my self sabotaging ways, I’ve become the person that I am today: imperfect, and trying to figure out the next big step in my life. At 25 years old, my definition of “perfect” isn’t ...