Almost Summer in Paris Palette

Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life. - Anne Lamott

I think I actually manage my perfectionism really well these days. It emerges, like all oppressors of the world, when I least expect it, and, of course, I don't recognize it at first. But then I sit and I think—it feels like three hours, but actually, it's usually not even three minutes—and I realize that it has shown its face again. Hello, perfectionism! It disguises itself as "I need to learn more things about SOMETHING to be really good at it," it manifests in the form of useless questions to which I already know the answers, and it presents itself as "No, I do not have time to call/see/message my friend, I am too busy."

If perfectionism were a character, she would be a teacher dressed in clothes that reveal too much—and that are not suitable for that particular occasion—speaking softly with a perfect tone of voice and an impressive vocabulary, lik…