More than a year ago I answered the call to share my WLS story. Pretty much daily I have berated, shamed, chastised myself for not delivering what I said I would. I have felt self induced fear, anxiety and panic as each newsletter was due and I had the remnants of another partially written, yet failed attempt to write the ‘perfect’ story. I’m a recovering perfectionist who’s learning to get comfortable with it being okay to be ‘good enough’.
