I am a perfectionist, if not by nature, then by training. It is hard to be an editor and not to strive for perfection. Eventually, though, you run up against a deadline of some sort, and you have to “declare things done.”

As a life coach and a teacher, however, I am very much a non-perfectionist. It is not possible for us as humans to achieve perfection as measured on an external scale. We put our selves in peril if we try. Rather, why not consider all of the ways we are already perfect in our imperfection? Can we love ourselves just like that?

(*A publishing joke — a “perfect-bound” book is one that is flexibly glued together, like a softcover book.)

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