I was trying to make it better.

Not better than before.

More better.

Felt like it could be better.

Wanted it to be better.

I couldn’t find anything to put in order.

Plenty of things to change.

It wasn’t asking for it.

I was. I wasn’t ready to let it go.

Wasn’t ready to let you see it.

Wasn’t ready to ship.

Wasn’t ready to reveal.

Perfection is a preference.

Preference stalls progress.

More details that keep me stuck.

It was perfectly imperfect.

The essentials were aligned.

The design constraints were met.

It was ready. Whether I was or not.

Adding more wouldn’t make more contribution.

It would be overproduction.

Still, I wanted to keep going.

To sand the edges.

To polish the polish.

To make it undeniable.

That’s where I am. Where I live.

morthanenuf doesn’t mean settling.

It means moving,

when it’s indicated.

It’s an intentional strategy.

A reminder that perfection is a preference.

Once the essentials are aligned, the rest is waste.

morthanenuf means

it’s time to let go.