Practice over Perfection

Perfection makes a lovely goal and a terrible starting point. I’d rather make ten imperfect things than one perfect plan that never leaves my head.

Perfectionism disguises itself as high standards, but mostly it is fear with good taste. It knows exactly what great looks like, so it refuses to let you make anything less.

Practice is forgiving. Each attempt teaches something the last one couldn’t, and over time the work gets better almost on its own.

So I give myself permission to make the bad version first. It’s almost never as bad as I feared, and it is always easier to improve something that exists than something that doesn’t.