Mo(u)rning meal

I'm eating scrambled eggs and homemade scones, thinking about how I've done things all wrong. How I chose to move on rather than invest in something that I thought wasn't quite right enough. Over and over again. But then, what's enough? How do you know when to say, "This isn't perfect, but nothing will ever be, and this makes me happy, and so, it is enough"? What is the proper amount of striving for goodness, for seeking something extraordinary, because that's how life should be? What if you want these things yet fear that you, yourself, are not extraordinary? How does one get from good to good enough?