I came across an article the other day called *The perfectionism trap* in @theeconomist and this haunting quote by a writer named Moya Sarner stuck out:

Perfectionism “makes for a thin life, lived for what it isn’t rather than what it is”

This is a visual depiction of the cold, colorless, isolated and constantly orbiting but not landing world of perfectionism.

I grew up like this. I’m sure many can relate too. It’s still something moving through, though with time and much patience I see more that it is many times in accepting my own imperfection that I feel warmth, see colors, slow down, and am able to land on something grounding.