When it’s over, I’m practically never satisfied with the result. It’s remarkable. I can spend weeks working on something and when I deliver, I fixate on the things I think I should have done better.
It robs me of the joy I should feel. Also, this is the mentality that drives me to always be better. I love the process. I love doing the work. Part of me doesn’t care if any results come. The results are only proof that I did some kind of work–hopefully well.
I’m ever working to fall further in love with the process and even like the bits I don’t like.
It doesn’t bring much joy, but it does bring balance and a sense of giving what I can and doing my absolute best at all times.