“Whoa! What are you doing?” I asked aghast. I had just walked into my daughter’s room as she was working on a science project. Normally, I would have been pleased at such a sight. But this time, her project involved sand. A lot of it.
If you need to be perfect, it’s hard to press the ‘ship it’ button. Difficult to hire someone who makes things happen (because you’ll be responsible for what happens). Frightening to put yourself into a position where you’re expected to introduce new work. The only way is forward.
This is an excerpt from the book, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. There’s an insidious quirk to your brain that, if you let it, can drive you absolutely batty. Tell me if this sounds familiar to you: