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,

The Road Writer


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