Perfect is the Enemy of Good Enough. And of Farah Slacks.

I'm a laid back kind of guy. And am destined to work with some really tightly-wound people.

And that's generally ok. As a laid back guy, I've long learned to bend with the wind.

But sometimes it's like an introvert dealing with an extrovert: the introvert is always asked to get out of their comfort zone and confirm with what the extrovert once. But no body thinks to ask the extrovert to leave their comfort zone and dial things back a bit.

Sometimes the tightly wound would do well to bend with the wind.

See, we did things a certain way for more than a successful decade. Things weren't perfect, but they were good enough. They got the job done.

Now things have to be perfect. And perfect is a good goal. But sometimes good enough is, you know, good enough.

Sometimes angels wear Farah slacks.