I am a recovering perfectionist. I have a tendency to edit myself to the the point the my creativity and expression becomes stifled. My pattern has been to critique myself to the point I do not move forward on ideas or feel like I need to wait and make everything perfect before I can put anything out into the world. Initially inspired, I quickly move into thinking my ideas are not good enough, and even more quickly render my creative flow inert.
So, I am trying something new. Everyday I am just going to post. A photo. A line. Whether a perfectly worded post or not, my intent is expression, not exactness. I am seeking momentum, productivity not perfection. My intent is to explore, play, create, without focus on audience or how things will be received. This rather is more of a selfish endeavour. I need to do this to hang onto that tiny thread of creativity and soul expression that makes me me. I see it as a tiny silver spindle thread often under threat by the busy-ness of life but more under threat by my own overbearing critique. It is that critique that I intent to quieten this year, and inspired by research into neuro-plasticity, this is my way of re-wiring my brain and learning to celebrate the unique way in which I see and appreciate the world around me.
So, here is to mistakes, play, creativity, expression, and a celebration of my original voice. Imperfectly perfect.