Perfect Ending: How My Divorce Cured My Perfectionism
As a child, I was annoyed when other kids colored outside the lines. I fundamentally did not comprehend how people could not stay in a straight line behind our teacher on the way to the cafeteria. I could spend hours organizing coins, decks of cards, or colors – by strict classifications of size, color, and numerical order. These were early signs of my Type A personality being born. As I moved into junior high and high school, I over-achieved with a jammed-packed activity schedule while working 2 jobs and maintaining Honor Roll level grades. A crumpling crying feeling would strike if I
