I bet that someday scientists mapping the human genome will discover a previously undetected strand in our DNA that controls the urge for perfection. Our ancestors back in the cave may have shared this trait, but really? We have gone completely off the rails. Today, there’s so much more you have to do to be perfect than rub a couple of sticks together to start a fire or bring home the nuts and berries.
I am not immune. In fact, I’m as driven to be perfect as anyone. Which is why I must stop and shout ‘Basta!’ I can’t take it anymore. Just consider. Continue reading