'm a perfectionist in every minor,
absurd detail. Especially in details, because perfection seems attainable there.
This morning I nearly achieved it. After twenty minutes of fumbling with tweazers, there it was: perfect symmetry. Still, it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Why? I gave this some thought and came to two conclusions:
Focusing on details interferes with the big picture.
- It's hard to look serious without eyebrows.