Perfection robs us. When we fear something won’t be perfect, we stand still…action-less. We’ve been robbed of something when we can’t move towards something we’re supposed to hold.
Perfectionism removes beauty and replaces it with self-fulfilling stipulations that rarely, if ever, are met. Thought: there’s never been a flower that hasn’t known what it’s like to push through dirt.
The best love stories are the imperfect ones and true art allows what you’ve seen to have a voice and accepts that some may consider it to be noise (imperfect) even though you’ve portrayed it as music in the expression.
There is a level above what’s perfect.
And that’s you and your work with soul.