Originally I had planned to write about the topic of perfectionism today in light of some of the recent internal dialogue I have been having on the subject after recently reading Brene Brown's, I Thought It Was Just Me (But It's Not).  I have been someone who has struggled with some relatively serious maladaptive levels of perfectionism for probably my whole life.  In her typical penetrating style, Brown's insight on the topic was a bit deeper and more nuanced than the usual on the perils of perfectionism and it's been something which I have kept coming back to over the past few weeks. But as I sat down several times to try to articulate ANYTHING about it, (drafting, deleting, and repeating), I began to realize