A few years ago this would have petrified me. I felt I was strong BECAUSE of my perfectionism. Now I know I was strong DESPITE my perfectionism. Let me tell you why.
Ever since I was a kid I loved going to school. I was a good student and was praised as such. All through school and college I proudly called myself a perfectionist. Being diligent, stringent, and extremely detail oriented. Favoring quality over quantity, preferring to work alone, holding myself to high standards, and working in a structured and organized manner; those were just some of my perfectionistic tendencies.
I convinced myself, my habits of perfectionism were the reasons of my achievements. Up until I entered the workplace that is. All those tendencies and impulses ended up getting me nowhere. All the things I was good at didn't matter anymore.