It doesn't have to be perfect

I’m a perfectionist. Or rather, a recovering one. In every area of my life I want things to be perfect. I’ve learned, slowly and painfully, to ship something messy to the world instead of hiding until every part is perfect.

Yes the things we ship feel ugly and messy and need so much love. But not shipping means keeping our ideas isolated and subject to a slow death into the unknown.

Ship sooner than you feel comfortable, and learn in realtime from others whether the thing you did has value or needs improvement.