Over the past month, I have done something I’ve never done before—taking mid-morning walks around my neighborhood to intentionally remove myself from my computer and the busyness of the Internet.
Years ago when was in high school, I worked as a cashier at a local convenient store. I was seventeen, and the typical “thought-I-knew-everything-but-did-not-know-everything” kind of kid.
Here’s one thing I’m sure of in life: nothing is perfect. The problem, however, is that I only believe this to be true 95% of the time.
It goes without saying most artists are their own worst critics, and the unrealistic expectations we place upon ourselves are, well, unrealistic expectations.
I have a confession to make: I do not have it all together. Not now, not ever, not ever gonna have it all together. Not even close.
As creatives, the one thing that is critical to us is the art we create. It’s the single most important part of our being, and is certainly the one thing we should make a priority to protect. Without our art, we have nothing.