There have definitely been times in my life when I felt like a perfectionist; in some respects even now I care to an annoying extent how things are done. My parents were adherents to the school of "if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right", and they passed along that belief to me. But, even as I was learning that lesson, there was an internal tension. When given a chore, I would often spend 10 minutes or so prior to beginning trying to figure out the easiest way to get from A to B, or alternatively, how to get 90% of the desired effect while cutting out the 10% that represents the greatest cost (to labor, materials - whatever). My parents (probably correctly) saw this as laziness, an obvious character flaw per their world view.
House Hunters and House Hunters: International when were not out exploring the open houses of various Chi-Town neighborhoods). One laundry room (or closet...I sincerely cannot remember) had a marble shelf spanning the laundry machines, and I thought "hmm...that's classy and handy!".
Well, back to my culture of good enough: after sketching out what I thought might work in our space, I spent 45 minutes in the Home Depot just standing there. I'm sure other shoppers were concerned that I had suffered a DIY-induced stroke, but I was trying to reconcile the image I had in my head with the reality I faced in the store's supplies and the content of my bank account.
I ended up banging out the shelf as shown in a couple of hours, assembled from pine stock and some 1/2 inch plywood, and covered with some glossy contact paper. The paper was actually the chief flaw (in my estimation) of the whole project; after applying the paper with care to the shelf itself, ensuring even alignment and no significant bubbling, I screwed the pooch on that "back splash*" piece, leaving some unsightly bubbling along both surfaces (couldn't flip the mistakes to the back). An herein lies the "good enough" in my character: this dingus is in the laundry room. Who cares if it doesn't look perfect**? And yes, while marble would have been classier, pine wood, plywood, sheet rock screws, and contact paper are good enough.
Continuing the theme, this picture is the current incarnation of my work space. I prefer a "standing desk" arrangement, driven both by considerable readings about the deleterious effects of a "sedentary" lifestyle and having found that incidental back pain disappears when I stand all day (barefoot, for sure!). This set-up is similar to what I used in Chicago, but I had been trying to figure out a way to incorporate the (newly acquired) desk I inherited from my deceased grandfather. His desk was of the classic design, and I had considered elevating it on platforms to get the working surface to standing height. I also considered a number of other options, including a shelf system that wrapped around the antique desk, providing both an elevated platform for my monitors as well as a standing option for my keyboard, with the flexibility to flip that down to the desktop as necessary.
After contemplating on it for months, I finally decided on two separate work spaces: the antique desk is set in front of the room's windows, and I see myself using that space when I want to draw, or study (CFA, maybe...), or just take a break from standing all day. And the ugly industrial wire shelves will serve as my primary work-a-day space. Good enough.
*credit to AdanA for explaining to me that this "vertical cross piece across the back intended to keep stuff from falling behind the machines" could be more succinctly described as a "back splash"
**who cares if it doesn't look perfect? My mother, my wife, my engineering friend, my architect friend, my sister, my dog...