So here we are, day two of 2021. My New Year’s Eve plans went a little sideways and I didn’t have an opportunity to further refine my margarita recipe. This decades long work in progress has seen countless iterations, but alas perfection remains elusive.

I read somewhere that done is better than perfection. Sometimes yes, but should that really be our default? What do we miss when we chase completion vs perfection? “Close enough” has never been written on the wall at NASA and Streep and Jobs never settled for just done, nor did Serena.

Families have dishes that have taken generations to make just so. Secret ingredients and special techniques that have been passed down. Dishes that are sources of immense pride and unity. These masterpieces will never be sacrificed for ease or convenience. There is a certain way of doing things where short cuts and substitutes are not tolerated.

Perfect may always be elusive but pursuing something special is worth signing up for. Did we learn nothing from watching Tommy Caldwell?

SDG