It's times like these I finally become grounded again in reality. Perfection is an illusion. It really doesn't exist. If it did, it would never survive because it would simply transfigure itself to the next level of existence.
So that's my healthy outlook tip for today. When you are writing the great American novel, you will never get it "just right" if you don't "just write". And that can be applied to whatever one is doing at any particular time.
The hibiscus pictured here was in my wonderful Ann's garden last spring. I don't imagine it suffered getting itself perfect. It just was without trying!