WHEN I WAS 14, I MARCHED INTO THE HOUSE WITH MY REPORT CARD, TOSSED IT IN FRONT OF MY DAD, AND WAITED FOR HIM TO GASP AT THE PERFECT GRADE COLUMN: A, A, A, A, A, A, A.
But after a silent speed read, my dad glanced up and said:
"Hey! Kit, this is great! But maybe next semester, let yourself get a C in something."
I've always been a perfectionist. Like a Type A, anxiety-prone, neurotic mess when things don't go my way, nut job perfectionist. If you're reading this site, chances are you're something of one, too. Maybe the thought of screwing up at work can keep you from sleeping at night or a performance review with any semblance of constructive criticism makes your stomach churn. Or maybe the idea of an off-center Instagram post can ruin your week.
Mistakes, right? Nothing like making one to ruin a perfectly good day. So we do our best to never let them happen.