I’m so tired of hearing that you shouldn’t let perfection be the enemy of good. I’m of the belief that perfection is not an obstacle to good. One can reach the “good” stage and keep going. You can’t just be complacent with being good. But that’s just me. Well. The old me.
Lately, I’ve reached the point where I just shrug and say…… Well, you know. There’s only so much one can take or try to do. There’s also the moment when you realize that nothing can ever really be perfect. It’s just a matter of what degree of imperfection you are willing to tolerate. What really matters in your world view?
Nothing is perfect. Not even strawberry gelato near the Spanish steps in Italy. I once thought that was pretty near perfect. Now I just want six hours of sleep under a weighted blanket.