Perfect is garbage. Worse, it’s a tyrant. Thankfully, most of the time, it’s unnecessary.
Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I like perfect. For me, consuming my versions of it can be fun : I like looking at paintings from Anne Meredith Barry, enjoy eating Hanger steak here, love listening to Guru lace the wax, and, sometimes, don’t mind suffering through Eva Mendes’ weak acting so I can see her exquisite face.
But while consuming perfect can be fun, being it is a bitch. If you look at most of the the “big” successes in your professional life I bet they weren’t “perfect” and that they succeeded because you did not let being it get in the way.
Much of what you love in your quotidien existence is not perfect (Exhibit A being your wife/husband, boyfriend/girlfriend). So, yes, while perfect is nice sometimes, it is a waste of your time. Success ALMOST NEVER requires it and life is more fun because of imperfection.