Every story is born from the ashes of its drafts
- creativity
- writing
- perfectionism
- imperfection
- process
Every story is born from the ashes of its drafts
Every story is born from the ashes of its drafts
Perfection is a synonym for the end. It is the point after which growth is no longer possible.
Anna kept an editing room in her head. She didn’t so much live her life as she re-cut it after the fact. Reality was nothing but raw, awkward footage that ended up in the hands of her inner director-a cynical, ruthless genius who always knew how it should have been . Here’s today’s material. A park. A rare sunny day. She’s on a bench with a book....
Listen. You wake up and the first thought is, "Something's off." Not with the world, not with the weather-it's you. Yesterday you decided to be perfect. You looked at your coworker Petya, apostle of clean eating, and thought, "There. I should be like Petya." And today you overslept, and the grated carrot salad you swore you'd eat for breakfast...
At first, we are architects. We are born a wild, unmapped landscape. Somewhere lies a swamp of secret wants, somewhere cliffs of irrational fear, somewhere clearings of pure, causeless joy. Very early on, though, an inner perfectionist wakes up with a master plan for the build-out. He isn’t a tyrant. He’s a decorator. He undertakes the...
"I am an explorer describing what I see. Each text here is a mirror reflecting one facet of human experience; one ray of light falling at a particular angle. This is not the ultimate truth nor a universal diagnosis. There are no final answers here. Only an invitation to reflect."