Critique until you can critique no more

Today I purged my closet and came upon pages and pages of writing that had been critiqued by my invaluable writing group. The stack was so thick it seemed almost a crime to have killed all those trees! As I sat there, cross-legged on the floor, contemplating how many hours were spent writing and critiquing the work in my lap, I realized that enough is enough. For now, I'm not in need of anymore comments or critiques. I'm in need of a good space of time and the boldness to finish.