My least favorite season is winter. I'm more a springtime/summer gal -- when the days are long and getting longer, warm and getting warmer. Not really an ideal outlook given
Mary Alice Hatch is a wife and mother of two. Six years ago she actively pursued her dream of starting her own interior design studio. For the last two years she has served as her own client designing and decorating two homes in New Hampshire and Wellesley, MA. She begins: "Since I was a small child, I have always loved to create. I love to create something magnificent from something ordinary. I love entering a new space and coming up with endless new possibilities for it."
I've thought about this post for several days, but have put it off. Ironic, but not surprising I suppose, given the topic is perfectionism. As a child, there were so many things I did well, I could afford to be a perfectionist. In high school it became a problem. I almost didn't take AP American History. I didn't take Calculus. Nor would I take Econ because I feared I couldn't get an 'A'. I did get 'A's in the classes I took, but in retrospect, a 'B' in Calculus, rather than no calculus, given my chosen career, probably would have been a decent trade. Enter the workforce.