What's Better Than Perfect?

I've become the rewrite queen, obsessing, changing, tweaking, and strangling my story. A wise soul recently reminded to be wary of my inner-critic.

I can't shut her down at times. She's lingering on commas and searching thesauruses over and over again. But in general, I'm fascinated with imperfections like the random sinkhole in a street or the searing hot temperatures in October, and the lopsided pumpkin on my neighbor's porch. It makes life more interesting, but even as I type these simple words I'm stalled by that inner voice. She drives me nuts. For now, I'm ignoring her because sometimes done is better than perfect.