Perfectionism, to me, has always been a handicap. I was fairly obsessed with it and because of this affliction, whenever the tangible creation meandered away from my lofty imaginings, I was loath to even complete the task. Add to that my predisposition to lethargy and insincerity and it will come to you as no surprise that growing up, I hardly made use of the 'talents' I was touted to possess.