Yesterday, a dent was made in the never ending, always expanding To Do list: I finally completed my first paint pour. Back in August, I set up the canvas and bought the acrylics, but it wasn’t until yesterday that I gathered everything together and actually, literally just did it. Why did it take so long? I have this unrelenting need to be perfect in any- and everything that I do. Never mind if it’s my first time trying. Why bother if it’s not great? What’s the point in doing something if the end result isn’t excellent? The point is to do my best, with where I am and what I…