Perfection is killing me. OK. Sure. I’m being dramatic. I’m not perfect. Not even close. My family knows it. My friends know it.
My colleagues at work know it. Doesn’t mean I don’t jam myself into tight corners with impossible to achieve perfection situations.
Yep. I’m an all-in kinda girl. Have been forever. If I’m exercising, you can be sure I’m going too hard, too fast. If I’m cutting out Diet Coke, I’m going cold turkey and suffering through a major caffeine withdrawal.
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