No, I don't mean in the looks department. I've been laid out flat on my back for the past 5 days with some mutation of a cold. The only time I emerged from my studio in the past month was for a lovely dinner party. A communal dip was served. Who doesn't love dip? All hot and cheesy? Perhaps my inner artist thought I needed more meditation time before painting because I picked up all the communal germs.
Now I'm not even sure if I'd been pushing too hard. I finally decided that whole 'perfectionism' thing wasn't a virtue and had to go, but is it gone?