Though she can’t remember the particulars of how this pursuit began or how she got to the island, she knows it is linked to where she was going next — but where was that again? She has no idea. All she remembers is waking up, at the edge of the ocean, and in this strange place — devoid of the people, places, and things she has known. The monster steps forward from the brush and the girl feels her terror lurch. She closes her eyes and braces for impact — is this the ending or the beginning?
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F*ck perfection. It’s the devil.
F*ck perfection. It’s the devil. It’s draining, inconsistent, and most times it’s inauthentic. Are there things we’re all naturally good at for reasons unknown? Yes. AND when it comes to developing a skill, a practice, a lesson, most of us take time.
There is so much beauty to be found in the mistakes. Do you know how many times I’ve messed up in a scene and it ends up making the final cut? Too many to count. When I’m focused on perfection, I can’t listen. If I can’t listen, I can’t hear. And if I can’t hear, I might be missing the point. I might be settling for a slice of life when I could be having the whole cake.
Read moreFor When Your Heart is Breaking & You Just Have to Let It
If you or someone you know has been affected by the wildfires in Los Angeles and need a little hope, I have plenty to spare. Drop me a line and let’s find a way to connect. The only way out is through, and the concept of “through,” fucking sucks right now. But we will get through this. Together.
No one is alone.
No one is a stranger.
Everyone is loved.
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