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.
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Picture it: You’re in line at the grocery store. There’s one person in front of you with a cart full of everything, meanwhile you’ve got two items and zero patience. Let’s say it’s a really long line and the cashier (bless them) is chatty. Maybe you also have to pee and you didn’t feed the meter.
Point is: The stakes are high.
Suddenly the angel from check stand #3 looks at you (and everyone else in your line) and announces that they’re opening their register. What do you do?
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