Writing the Imperfections

"Perfect is the enemy of good." -Voltaire

There have been numerous times I’ve wanted to sit down and write.

I’ve felt really called to do it, but I have a prior committment or I have to be somewhere so I can’t at that time.

I tell myself I’ll do it later, but when later comes, I’ve lost the inspiration or the idea.

Or, if I had an idea of what I was going to write about, I’m so concerned with perfectionism, the piece never sees the light of day.

I’m so scared to mess up, to do it wrong.

What if my writing style changes? What if the content changes? What if people think I’m crazy?

I know my writing will probably change and evolve overtime, but the thing about posting publicly is that all the writing will exist out in the open, the new pieces and the old pieces.

That’s whats scary. The messy journey of becoming. That’s vulnerable.

And my mind just says “maybe we keep our writing private until it’s all figured out”.

It will never be figured out, there is no destination or place to “get” to.

There won’t be some magical day where I wake up and say “This is it! I am officially done growing and now I can write about it all perfectly.”

This is all very work-in-progress, just like me!

And there is so much beauty in imperfection.

I already love this piece so much more than my last.