Burnt toast still counts as breakfast. Imperfect work still counts as done.

Finished and flawless are two different standards, and plenty of people quietly hold themselves to the second while calling it the first. Work that is a bit rough still feeds you, still teaches you, still exists in a world where the unfinished perfect version does not. The gap between good enough and ideal is usually smaller than the gap between done and nothing.

Take the thing you have been polishing or avoiding and set an end point for it this week. Send it, hand it in, put it down. You will learn more from one finished rough attempt than from another month of adjusting.