Part of being happy for me is about being comfortable with who I am, which means trying to be comfortable with being an annoyingly detail-oriented person with a compulsive need to attain perfection. Any time I create something, whether it is food or art or something else, the process is fraught with questions of adequacy; at what point do you stop trying to reach perfection, when you know that perfection is impossible to truly reach? It is a hard lesson to try and learn because it is linked to accepting failure, which I am terrible at. Perfection can NOT be something I value, because I will never be happy. Instead I choose to value ‘refinement’: the steps you take on the way to hopelessly trying to be perfect.
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