Change is a Call for Presence
something to revere rather than fear
As I drive Dalton to preschool through the gold and crimson forest roads, eerie Halloween decor peeping through the thick fog that blankets each turn, I have an overwhelming sense of thankfulness for Fall and all it brings.
I soon realize that its not just Fall I am in love with. It's the change. I feel the same way with the first falling snow, when buds first peek out in Spring and those first long, warm Summer evenings.
Each season's change is a call for presence.
And while freshness begs for our attention, how soon will it be until I check-out on the beauty of our morning commute or walk past a tree—leaves a blazin'—without a moment for complete absorption, utter appreciation?
Perfectionism Cripples Creativity
the importance of a shitty first draft
Well, I finally finished my first newsletter since we transitioned to our new system. Please excuse this shamefully long absence. I can’t tell you how many late evenings and early mornings I’ve spent starting and stopping, staring at my uninspired design aesthetic, frustrated by my insufficient creativity.
As a self-taught graphic designer, I spend way more time than I'd like to admit perfecting the look, adjusting images right, left then right again; pairing fonts; more spaces between letters, less between lines... I waste time (I don't have) absorbed in the minutia that isn't central to the heart of the message.
While these pain-staking formatting dilemmas may not be universal, we all have areas in life where we strive for perfection, where we ache to get it exactly so.
The truth is perfectionism cripples creativity, and in this case, my ability to connect.