This quilt was handmade. Its imperfections make it a one-of-a-kind treasure.
I love visiting historical homes but wish I could have seen them as they were being used. During daily life, wooden floors probably weren’t polished. There definitely were no "keep-out" red ropes in place.
Instead of viewing a still life (in real life), I would rather see what’s cooking in the kitchen and what’s hanging on the line out back. The residents were messy, unpredictable and inefficient, just like we are today. Dressing up their lives portrays a false image.
We do not have to be ready-for-show to do what we love. If we wait for conditions to be perfect before embarking on a project or fulfilling a dream, it will never happen.
We will never have enough money, time or the approval from others. So what? We are allowed to play, even if we don’t “perform” flawlessly.
Don’t listen to those promoting insecurities. Ultimately, in the very end, we are judged by our hearts, not by the orderliness of our lives.
What a relief.
Perfection is not the goal. You don’t get recognition for being perfect and it is incredibly dull anyway. Celebrate your individuality and get on with your passions.
I wish I could kick naysayers in the teeth sometimes (figuratively speaking) and write without reserve. Get out the guitar again. My life, my business. Ya know?
What have you been holding back on?