Perfectionism, Identity, and the Optics of Worthiness
On not being a perfectionist in a world teeming with them
My husband taught me something about flowers recently. Geranium, he told me, is a fault in wine. We were discussing the floral scent and had agreed that we both liked it. It’s lovely — it’s sweet and punchy and smells like a sun-drenched field pierced with bright crimson…