My morning routine: wonder, “How many business ventures has Elon Musk launched in the time it took me to microwave this sausage patty?”
My evening routine: read Terri Libenson’s “The Pajama Diaries” comic strip, in which protagonist Jill Kaplan is often shamed by the well-intentioned SuperMom neighbor she has dubbed “Perfectville.”
It can be a SuperMom, SuperDad, SuperSibling or SuperColleague, but I imagine most of us endure a “Perfectville” in our lives.
They are good people and handy to have around in a pinch; but their boundless optimism, energy, skill sets, luck (“I donated my PowerBall winnings to the Humane Society and could have donated even more if I had actually purchased a ticket”), free time and bankroll are aggravatingly intimidating.
I purchase obstacles and rationalizati