“Hello. My name is Erica and I am a paralyzed perfectionist.”
The year was 1988. My friend and I playfully jumped on a tiny, Jane Fonda-type exercise trampoline. We decided to make the most of our time by multi-tasking, (I assume this was my leading) and alternated between “feelin’ the burn” and the artistic expression of sequentially drawing a face using crayons on a piece of paper nearby.
One jump. One facial feature added to the masterpiece.
Just call me “Rembrandt Simmons.”Continue Reading