the blank page. perfectionism. i’ve had my fair share of both, especially lately. but, i’m still showing up. even if it’s shit. even if i only create for 10 minutes. even if it ends up in a dusty pile. perfectionism will always be a part of the process. that’s a given. but it’s a dance and i’m learning how to take the lead or give myself a break when i fall flat on my face.
what matters is the showing up. over and over again i choose to put paint on paper. or words on paper. by repeatedly taking action and honoring my commitment to the practice, i send myself a message that i can be trusted. that’s no small thing. it’s all about the story i’m telling myself. showing up is an act of self-care. it’s a commitment to myself. it’s the repeated practice of showing myself that i’m here and i matter. i’m not abandoning the practice. no matter how crappy it might feel.
we just have to keep showing up to the page or the canvas or whatever the practice is. just show up. show up. show up. don’t be afraid of the blank page. give yourself permission to make crappy stuff. it’s all part of the dance. and f**k perfectionism!
