My beloved friend Ebbie and I are doing a year-long challenge of doing an artistic layout a week. It is a way of keeping us connected from too far away. This presents an additional bonus, I am learning to color outside of the lines. I care less each year about perfection, in fact I am rejecting it. Priorities dictate that some things are just “fine” without precision. I am becoming reckless with my paint swipes, delighted with imperfect circles and even embracing my own handwriting.
Why do we get so caught up in wanting things just right? Doesn’t that often prevent us from finishing anything? Perfectionism can be an excuse. It is a hall pass keeping us from getting penalties if things aren’t what we dreamed. Guess what? It doesn’t matter, it really doesn’t. Do what delights you, say goodbye to that inner critic. Embrace the artistic side of life. It is freeing. Exhilarating. And those imperfect projects? They are a legacy. A page from your life that expresses where you are today. Life is messy, art can be too.