A cautionary tale.

There are many afflictions one might suffer during a move or just waking up every day and knowing the bed must be made and the bathroom cleaned as soon as ablutions are completed and the first cup of coffee is ingested.

Let’s focus on moving. Moving can instigate back pain, bank account drain, box blindness, existential dread about one’s past collections whether it is clothing, NY Giants coffee mugs or antique wine glasses.

But there is one particularly insidious condition that strikes without warning. For me it is IPS, Immediate Perfection Syndrome.

Symptoms include the inability to sleep until every box is emptied and recycled and fear of not creating a fabulous space to live in ASAP.

IPS sufferers have an urgent need to hang artwork immediately and fast track all household items for next day delivery on Amazon.

There is a deep, spiritual panic that the throw pillows are not anchoring the space, there is no egg slicer in the house and a need for aesthetically pleasing door handles.

We all know someone like this.

I am intimately involved with a IPS sufferer. This is a safe space…no judgment here.

I personally admire people with the physical stamina to hang curtain rods on Day One.

Immediate Perfection Syndrome is about more than aesthetics. It’s about control. It’s the urge to wrestle chaos into submission before the sun rises again.

It’s perfectionism… with a toolbelt.

If you’re not a  Perfection Pouncer, take heart. You are not alone. Some people move in slowly like a gentle fog creeping over a moor.

Immediate Perfection Syndrome does not allow for slow rollers.

I’m Toby and I am a perfectionist, a long time suffering New York Giants fan and a lover of birthday cake. I have successfully come to terms with my IPS.

I get things done.

Onward.