Do Something Girl!
Producing something is better than producing nothing at all. Blank pages and unused paint bottles taunt me far more than my mistakes do. It’s not to say that those blank pages lack content. After all, their silence provides more of a lens into my inner psyche than a drawing or words ever could. My fear of failure creates a void on the page that only negative space can fill.
For it’s that deep desire to be good enough that trumps all the other regrets that are reflected on my journal’s white pages. It’s no surprise that my blog of all things is as sparse as ever! None of my drafts can quite make it past the site’s editor!
Whatever I make going forward, I aim to finish it. I’m sure that my work will be bad, but at least it will exist. And anything in existence has a purpose. It’s like my neighbor’s hand-painted terracotta pots that she’s proudly signed with her initials. They are garish and broken on her front stoop, but sometimes the thought of the 60 year old woman hunched over those pots with a paintbrush brings me joy. Whatever I make, as poorly done as it may be, I hope that it brings someone joy, even it’s only me! That should be enough, and if it isn’t, oh well.