Perfectionism is a character defect that’s taking its time leaving, much as I try to keep asking my higher power to lift it, much as I feel really, really ready to let it go. In God’s time, not mine, that’s the answer. Then, just act as if the defect is gone. Meaning, forgive myself for my missteps and bloopers, large and small, make amends if necessary, and move on to the next right thing. The only fatal mistakes are fatal mistakes, right? Besides, I’d be insufferable if I were perfect. Often it’s our weakness that draw others to us, and open us to others.