I’ve battled debilitating perfectionism for years. It is my demon.
My logical mind well knows all the things:
“Progress, not perfection.”
“Done is better than perfect.”
“Just ship it.”
But my demon taunts me with all my flaws, fueling my futile efforts toward impossible ideals that most don’t even care about. And those who do care, well, they always find som…
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