I’m refining.
Reworking.
Almost there.
I call it high standards.
It’s fixation.
I want it just right.
Except I’ve never defined “right.”
I couldn’t see the loop.
Wasn’t aware
I’d mistaken preference
for principle.
Confused my version of “good”
with the version of good.
I said I was committed to quality.
I was attached to control.
Like rewriting a sentence
so it lands perfectly
in every imagined scenario.
This loop has a signature:
Precision without clarity.
Stalling dressed up as striving.
What helps me change is asking:
What am I calling “perfect”?
Whose standard
am I protecting?
Is this aligned,
or familiar?
Perfection isn’t a principle.
It’s a preference.
Preferences can be adjusted.
Progress can be chosen.
You can trade “just right”
for “good enuf.”