You spent hours practicing a song for a recital. You sang it correctly except for one note which, in your opinion, was slightly flat, or maybe it was sharp either way it was off key. No one could tell the difference but you. You knew. As you reflect on the recital, you don’t hear the compliments from the people who came and enjoyed a lovely concert because all you can hear in your head is one wrong note. It’s the note of perfectionism. The sharp sound that says, "not good enough." You painted a room. It was the perfect shade of blue-gray. Everyone who saw it praised your work, telling you how beautiful it looked. But you, you know that you ran out and could not get the exact color, so it’s a slightly different tint. No one can honestly tell but every time you walk into the room you see a tint failure. It wasn’t perfect. Perfectionism always says,” you’re not good enough, you failed,” eve...