The hardest part of any task, for me, is the last ten percent.
I’m sure you can already see where this is heading.
I have my reasons, read excuses if you are in a judgmental frame of mind.
One is that I grow bored when I can see the end result.
Two is the law of diminishing returns.
Three is the expectation of perfection.
Four is that there is no solution. As when you reach the end of a solitaire deck and find that the two red twos and the three of clubs are nowhere in sight.
Five through ten.
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Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
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The expectation of perfection is super real. A very relaxing poem!
Lol...this feels horribly relatable haha. Well played, Natalie! Very clever and love the card references and formatting.