"These are poems. This blog is conducting a test of the Can She Pull Off Writing Poetry With Minimal Editing While Being Mildly Satisfied. Repeat: These are only poems." ~ My Brain
*Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* <--- Insert favorite profanity here.
I love what Julia Cameron says about perfectionism:
Perfectionism is not a quest for the best. It is a pursuit of the worst in ourselves, the part that tells us that nothing we do will ever be good enough - that we should try again.
I love having my hands in warm sudsy water particularly if there is a little chill in the air. I will put on music or watch a staple in my video library ~ one I know well so that as I clean I am without the distraction of 'What just happened?' ~ and enjoy myself. Last night was no exception except the 'enjoy' part. I was heavily distracted to near obsession. I kept feeling myself being heavily drawn back into these poems to rewrite them. All of them. Remove them. Make them better. Throw them out. Start over. But I'll reserve none of those rights save a tweak here or there. I'm starting to get the whole "less and less" is "more and more"...with me being less wrapped in all of the mind games perfectionism can play and just be more willing to let this part of me Be.
The creative process is a process of surrender, not control. ~ Julia Cameron
*Beep* <--- Last one. Promise.