Thursday, February 4, 2010

Not Perfect or Pretty.

Crawling out of the muck.
That's where I'm at.
It's all I can do to write something.
Create something.
Anything.
I'm sick of being stuck.
Want to let go.
Too many expectations for myself.
All or nothing. Black or White.
Both hurt.
Stepping into choice.
Choosing to write whatever comes to mind.
Not perfect or pretty.
Don't care if it's tied up with a pretty bow.
It is what it is.
That's where I'm at.

5 comments:

  1. Aw, chica, I've been there. In fact, I think I own property there. Not worrying about the pretty or perfect is the only way to unstick, in my experience. Brava!

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  2. This is a beautiful word bath! I took one of my own today and came out clean ~ you're on your way!

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  3. Emma thanks. I'm glad I'm not the only one who parks it there sometimes ;) I'm packing up now. Ready to blow this popsicle stand.

    Bonnie I had to get something out, so I just wrote what came. Not pretty or perfect, but it felt good to move on. :)

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  4. Yes! Yes! You just wrote what came. Exactly. The words want out. Sometimes the force of their wanting is all that needs to be let loose...
    Love this. Love you.

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  5. Thank you for all of your encouragement Julie, it is so so appreciated.
    Love you!

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you are lovely. thanks for taking the time to comment.