You know how there's a tendency to be critical of our own work? When I was taking pictures, I was reminded yet again how in nature there are variations. Some petals look like what we think of as perfection, some are ripped, some aren't bent "just so," etc.... However, it's the entirety of it that makes it realistic. The supposedly perfect petals, the ripped ones, the ones partially opened, and the ones not open at all combine to make it beautiful.
I need to remember this about my own work. There's no need to be disappointed because every little thing isn't perfect. It's fine to strive and improve, but perfection would actually not be true to life. Does that make sense?