Perfect isn't real
If there's one thing I've learned from being an Olympic athlete, it's that being "perfect" isn't all it's cracked up to be. It sounds silly now, but the majority of my childhood was spent pursuing perfection. I was so enamored with the idea of success and feeling "good enough" that I was like a drug addict. Good results and praise fed a part of my brain that filled me with a sense of validation.