I expect perfection out of myself and I'm always disappointed.
  But for me, disappointment is a positive thing. It shows an area
  where I can grow. I'm not limited because I'm not perfected.

  I turned down more opportunities than I've taken and I'm
  grateful. I'd see several potential futures for myself and if I
  didn't like what I saw, I'd do whatever it took to cut those
  potential futures off the tree.

  10 years old. Getting trained to go to Julliard Music school via
  private lessons. Mom didn't care either way; she was doing it
  because all my music teachers and her friends kept pressuring
  her until she gave in.

  I went along with it for a few months. The lessons were fine.

  But then I really thought about it. The nature of the lessons
  were different; all about repetition and perfection.

  Perfection to someone else's standards.

  I was enough of a perfectionist to my *own* standards, even then
  and there wasn't any room for someone else's idea of "what's
  perfect" to get in the way.

  Thankfully, she listened to me and stopped the lessons. It
  wasn't a lifestyle for me.

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