If you don’t have time to do it right the first time, where are you going to find time to do it again?
Or, you could be complacent. Mediocre effort. Mediocre results. Mediocre life.
We all start out wanting to excel, to be good and do it right. When does the change creep in on us, the metamorphosis that turns us into the mangy werewolf only made human by a blue moon?