The work was fine, genuinely good enough to ship, and I still couldn't let it go without another pass. To me, calling something "good enough" feels like admitting I stopped caring. So I keep grinding on things that were already done, because settling for adequate feels like a small betrayal of who I'm supposed to be.
More people experience this than they realize.
Accepting good-enough work feels like proof you've stopped caring.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.