Perfection is a harsh task master. It is a never ending gravel road of sharp wits, unforgiving, withering self criticism and a ink filled hole full of isolation from oneself. It is a the combination of self doubt fueled by exorbitantly crushing expectations placed squarely on our shoulders by the operator themselves. Perfection is where dreams go to die. It is where we take all that we are and decide, day in and day out, that we are not enough. It feels as heavy in the body as a 7 day donut binge. It's a drug; a fuel for consuming our desires; a lover who will never return our affection. And then at some point, since we can never attain perfection........we ask ourselves, Why go on? Why pursue our dreams when it just ends up in disappointment?
The beauty of this Life is not in the attainment of perfection. The Japanese call it Wabi Sabi - that things are more beautiful because of their imperfections. The beauty of this Life is doing what we love to do, since the time is going to pass no matter how we spend it and let the liberation of our best efforts combined with our connection to the creative be enough. I'll be there around 7ish; it's finished for the most part; it's a work in progress; I'm a work in progress; we are ALL a work in progress - and tomorrow, I'm gonna be alright. "Ish" is not an excuse - it is a softening of the cold hard edges of self sabotage. A willingness to give ourselves a pass to the next day, the next creation, the next adventure.
The beauty of knowing we are doing, being and having our best selves within all that we know while honoring our authenticity AND honoring the best within our loved ones - for me, that is of greater service to the higher good of all then following a infinite dark hallway toward the whipping post of fractured intentions and excuses.
Create............and let that be enough ❤️