Perfection. That’s what I have always wanted. When I was child I would quickly abandon creative efforts at the first sign of imperfection. I now know that is no way to cultivate a skill. Anything perfect has many imperfections behind it.
In my adult life I have tried to get over this perfectionism. To just let things be. However, I still find myself wincing at the small mistakes. Those things that take me away from perfection.
I’m feeling like this isn’t a very interesting prompt but that just might be the perfectionism jumping in again.