P is for perfection
The enemy of done
The endless obsession
Keeping us on the run
We must tidy this
We have to fix that
We cannot deliver
Until it is perfect
We continue to edit
To polish and preen
Until it is perfecto
It cannot be seen
No publish just yet
No goods able to ship
And that speech that is written
Will not leave our lips
Perfection, perfection
Is holding you back
Getting your ducks in a row
Stopping you in your tracks
What if okay
Was enough to hit go
What if our mistakes
Would then help us grow
Would we then take a risk
Send when we are done
Ship out our value
Make a difference for someone
OH how true this all is, I think it is mainly a woman thing. Why do we think we have to be perfect??
So true! Good and done is so much better than perfectly unfinished. Especially when you want to get on with your life.