Slow as molasses in January. That’s me. (Especially on a January day like today where the temperature will be -27 C.)
I like to be sure. My tendency is to “sell no wine before it’s time.” I write, rewrite, and change a word here, a word there. Leave it for a day and revisit it the next to tweak some more. In other words, I strive for perfection.
Perfection is weighty. It presses heavily on my shoulders, keeps me still. It stresses the body and suppresses forward motion. It repeatedly asks, “What if this work isn’t good enough?”
Understanding perfection has been part of my creative process.
This year, I am done with perfection. Given my best effort, each piece of writing just might be “good enough.” Each is a step forward.
To deal with perfection, I have to be brave.
Now, I work hard at my craft. I apply new ideas and knowledge. I’m learning to take more risks along the way. For me, the risk is in the sharing. It’s putting my work out into the world.
In the doing, I will be Brave, no matter how long it takes me.
Slow, yet Brave – that’s me in 2015.
We have a brand new year – 2015. What will you do with it? Have you chosen a word or two to live by this year?