Last weekend I decided to refinish our old, banged-up coffee table.
Mark objected.
“You’re not going to do a great job,” he said. This was true. He’s seen me tackle all kinds of projects, only to lose interest in the process and, in the end, fudge them.
“I don’t have to do a great job,” I said. “I just have to make it better than it was.” I reminded him of an old saying: “Don’t let perfect be the enemy of good.”