A few days ago, I was debating on whether or not I should dust off my paint brushes and make some art. Whilst looking through Pinterest for a reference picture, I started to become overwhelmed. I began remembering the last picture I painted, and the memory was not a fond one.
It was a portrait.
The skin tone was off, the eyes were uneven, and the hair looked less like curls and more like bent pipe cleaners. The more I thought about it, the more I became discouraged. I remembered the disappointment I felt by the time I finished that painting. Eventually, I put my paint brushes back in their bag and cleared the paint tubes off my desk. Nothing was painted that day.
Consistency is Better Than Perfection
At one point I believed my inconsistency was a personality flaw.
In my mind some people were naturally disciplined and some of us were a little more “flighty”.
But, like most “personality traits” there is a changeable root cause. I do not remember how I came to this revelation, but it has stuck with me ever since I gave up on painting that day.
I don’t struggle with consistency. I struggle with inconsistent perfection.
In other words, when the result of my work is inconsistent with the standards, I have set for myself, I quickly become discouraged and procrastinate until I deem the quality of my work to be perfect.
Of course, this outlook is flawed. I can’t wait on perfection to start or else my progress will either be inconsistent or non-existent.
At a certain point I just have to do the darn thing!
So, recently I have started adopting a new outlook.
Completion is better than perfection.
I’m going to hold your digital hand when I say this.
Just get it done.
Progress can only come by doing. If you don’t do anything, you won’t go anywhere. A little progress is better than no progress.
Keep moving forward and be blessed!
With Love,

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