I was having a conversation with a friend a while back about hosting parties and get-togethers and she told me that she doesn’t do it very often because she likes things to be perfect, which makes it too stressful.   “It’s bad, I know,” she said as she lowered her eyes and took a sip of her drink.   I nodded my head and took a sip of my own drink, unsure of how to respond. It all sounded so familiar. I know what it’s like to obsess over small details that no one will notice, whether it’s the perfect decorations, a well-placed word, or (god forbid) a spelling error. I know because I’m a recovering perfectionist.   It took a very big,…