When taken too far, perfection obsession can kill spontaneous bursts of creativity, and it can be extremely time consuming.
If you are waiting for everything to be perfect, you’ll be white, old and grumpy before you know it, and you will have done not even half the things on your bucket list.
At the end of the day you are responsible for your own regrets.
Hardcore perfectionism is a never-ending, self-perpetuating cycle of misery and procrastination. Honestly, anything that has ever been done by anybody could have been better, but I’d rather see results than wait forever for Mrs. Utopia to knock on my door. Mr. Death would probably get here first.
I don’t give a damn about perfect if all it brings is stasis. Creativity on a leash is as frustrating as scones with no clotted cream, it’s ok but it just doesn’t taste as good.
What’s perfection anyway? It is a concept that raises the bar every single time you achieve a goal; it is a pair of hands that never claps when you do something good; it is a fence that keeps you from running wild and free into the field of infinite possibilities.
How about we aim for the best we can do instead? It sounds a lot more fun and less claustrophobic than the it-must-be-perfect approach. You can still shoot for the star, but your wings won’t be clipped.
And now move your arse and begin what you need to do, because the path to awesomeness is paved with actions.