My title could very well have read “Confessions of a Perfectionist” if anyone who knew me well would have to suggest one. So as I said it’s confession time. Where do I start?

At home? When I wanted every meal to be tasty and warm, every room to be spic and span, every smile bright and cheerful?

At work? Where I hated failure of any kind by me, at judgement, skill or expertise …When I wanted every worker to be as diligent, sincere, efficient and compassionate as they could be. And me as well,  of course. Continue reading →