Perfectionists in a World of Finite Resources

I’VE BEEN TOLD that I can be a perfectionist—but I’m working on that and expect that I can improve myself. In the meantime, there are just so many things that seem to need doing, and they all seem to be things that a well-rounded person should be able to do. Find me at a concert, and I’ll be beating myself up for not knowing how to play a musical instrument. Find me on travel, and I’ll be regretting that I never stayed with a foreign language long enough to become profi cient. These are all correctable conditions; periodically I get the bug to improve myself, and I start scanning for local classes on piano playing, or German language skills, or photography, or dance. But then I run into trouble fi guring out how to fi t that in when I also have to conduct my own research,