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writers. artists. knitters. crocheters (is that the term? I don’t crochet lol). painters. sketch artists. musicians. song writers. anyone who makes something, I’m talking to you.

perfection is a fool’s errand.

Friendly reminder that keeping a diary doesn’t need to be perfect. It doesn’t need to be an extremely thorough and detailed account of every second of your life to date to be worth writing. It doesn’t need to be full of beautiful illustrations or exciting deeds. You don’t need to write an entry every day, or every week or every anything. It barely even needs to be legible.

The point is to let out whatever needs to be let out, and record whatever needs to be recorded.

do you ever not play your game because you actively believe that if you can get everything set up *just right* somehow it will be more fun?

It's not going to be perfect, but it is going to be done.

It's not going to look exactly like it did in my head, but it will be tangible.

It's gonna have mistakes, but it will be finished.

It won't be perfect, but I'd rather it exist imperfectly than die in my imagination.

the thing is, i'm pathetic. you'll watch me try and try again and again and still be a hopeless novice. you'll grimace with embarrassment when i fail again and again but continue to try and win. and the thing is, i'm pathetic, in the way that i'm a try-hard wannabe who's not really that good at anything at all. but you'll watch me, with pity, as i finally manage to achieve something average, and you'll watch me, as you're about to lose all the patience you have (or maybe your patience is already lost), as i succeed.

THE PAIN

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Getting over the perfectionist mindset with Russet

Sometimes I wish I was perfect enough, at least in one thing I do. Like when I write, I pour my soul onto the page, but it never feels enough to be called a writer. I sketch with passion, yet hesitate to embrace the title of an artist. And when I capture moments through my lens, they're beautiful, but not enough to be called a photographer. In chasing perfection, perhaps I've lost sight of the true essence of myself.

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St. Tropez (Party Girl) by Lana will always have a special place in my heart