On a frosty February day, I, the long-gone-away bookkeeping perfectionist, became a let-it-go kind of gal. I've officially lost my be as detailed as possible desires. I'll leave that kind of count-the-numbers activity to the rabbits, cats, or birds. Have my desires been frozen in the past of being excited about the organized plethora of… Continue reading How I Let Go Of My Tunnel Vision And Got Past My Perfectionism Once Again