Nearly everyone would say perfectionism is detrimental: an impossible trait that perpetuates cycles of self-doubt, a futile goal that prevents us from truly learning, a dull lifestyle that degrades the joy of making mistakes. I mostly agree, yet there are caveats. I'll start with my journey with perfectionism first. Perfectionism, or at least my version of it, was something I definitely dealt with throughout high school. I've thought a lot about where this comes from, and I feel that I have extracted somewhat of a reason: a constant search for identity. In nearly every social situation, I used to find myself with a need to defend my identity; I was rarely proud of what I could already do. For most of my childhood, I remember being a competitive year-round swimmer. I was athletic and good at school---that's pretty much it. So when I began to meet people with cool interests and passions in middle school and high school, it was natural that I wanted to have those cool inte...