Is it perfect yet?
That’s a question I find in my head whenever I delay execution.
When I don’t kid myself I realize the answer to it – “no” – is the excuse for putting off plans, decisions, etc.
I want to get better at getting past this point in the moment. The answer will always be no; the idea of perfection is a subterfuge to be lazy.
I need to change the question to another one:
Did I put enough love into it?
Yes? Then go.