My girlfriend, bless her heart is the poster child for perfectionist. It could be from making the corners of her towels align, to her numerous amount of photos she takes, each one competing to provide a more perfect model. When she inevitably get’s frustrated I have to remind her we were never designed to be perfect. We are no cookie cutters, and in our room of error, is how we find ourselves. Perfection is an illusion and mistakes should always be embraced. Don’t shun growth. If we were perfect, what would our role even be on this planet, how would we pass the time and how boring would life be?