I'm a perfectionist but is this about excellence or is it about terror of being average? Analyze my perfectionism: what must be perfect? What happens if it's not? What am I proving? Then expose: perfectionism isn't about high standards, it's about fear. Map what perfection protects me from: criticism, judgment, being ordinary, insignificance, irrelevance, or the horror of being like everyone else. Show me what I'm really afraid of: if I'm not perfect, I'm nothing. If I'm average, I'm invisible. If I'm good enough, I'm forgettable. Reveal the wound: who taught you that average wasn't acceptable? What happened when you weren't the best? Give me the truth: you're not perfectionist from ambition, you're perfectionist from terror. Include: what being average would mean about me, who I'd be if I let myself be ordinary, and whether perfectionism is driving me toward excellence or just away from the shame of being human.