so obvious it was.
not for me.
spent so much time fighting against perfection.
trying to explain others and myself, again and again.
that perfections are not our friends.
but all that time...
spent.
skipping.
and just now it hit me.
fighting against perfection stole my time.
time I should have spent in dealing with imperfections.
when I say dealing...
I actually mean - playing.
