On approach, four miles from the runway, the airplane just seemed to stop momentarily in midair. The ride was wild as we rocked down final. At touchdown, the Boeing again began to settle and I shoved a generous quantity of dead dinosaur juice to the beast and flew it onto the runway with power. It's important to know when to work for the smooth one, and when to get the thing on the ground safely, within the touchdown zone. But, landing with a slick runway, windshear, crosswinds or ice, I'll take a lot less smoothness for more runway ahead of me than behind after touchdown.
Perfect landings are a laudable goal.
But, there are more important things in life. Landing is certainly not the only time when fine awareness, judgment, and deft execution of details are required of a pilot. Good for you. Just keep working. After all, it's just a landing.