Many years ago I sent an old, beloved jacket to a cleaner, the Sycamore Cleaners. It was a leather jacket covered in Guinness and blood and marmalade, one of those jobs. . . and it came back with a little note pinned to it, and on the note it said, 'It distresses us to return work which is not perfect. ' So that will do for me. That can go on my tombstone.
I encourage you to accept that you may not be able to see a path right now, but that doesn't mean it's not there.