Is never what I aspired to
My daughter tells me that it’s great that I don’t let perfection get in the way of good enough. She’s talking about how I write. That might sound like an insult and I guess it sort of is. But I don’t mind. I know what she means. I put out writing drafts that I sometimes hold onto for days or even months. Leaving it there to be tidied up, deleted, ignored still or completely revamped.