I think in a lot of ways life is like playing with a musician who kind of plays whatever they want, sometimes in tune, sometimes deaf. The best we can do is maybe to frame it with the right bass notes and hope for the best. Or maybe call it experimental and embrace the atonality.
One of the most important lessons I learned this year is not to always throw out something just because it has some flaws and is not perfect, and not to keep something just because it is seemingly perfect, because that "perfect" meter really isn't so perfect after all.
Getting out of our comfort zone is great, but what happens when one gets so used to that feeling that there is comfort within discomfort and discomfort within comfort? Or is this a useless thought.