Until a few years ago, I had no idea I was a perfectionist. Like most people, I assumed that perfectionists where those “perfect” people who never failed, those people who lived in perfect homes, who always did their tasks spotless, who never left something unfinished behind them. What I saw when looking at my own life was very far from this image – an endless row of abandoned projects, important tasks always finished in the last minute, procrastination, indecisiveness, chaos. As the piles of undone stuff was growing around me until I had no idea where to start, I thought I suffered from depression, that the reason why I couldn´t…