Perfectionism Strangles Art
This last week, after three devastating hurricanes, another senseless tragic shooting, and the loss of two beautiful artists (Tom Petty and Lucas Hicks) I so desperatley wanted to help hold the pain that so many people were feeling.
I wanted to do something, and I wanted it to be meaningful and, well perfect. Which meant I spent days not knowing what to do, fearing what I put out would not be good enough, would not help enough. I don't provide disaster relief. I couldn't hold the families whose hearts were broken in the void left by their missed loved ones.
Perfectionism had me for a bit, and I was paralyzed until I let go of doing the perfect thing and realized I could do just SOMETHING.
See, I needed to do what I do, and then use what resources I get from that to amplify the efforts of people already on the ground.
So I released some heartfelt, raw, imperfect music on my Patreon. Then I used money from that release to make a donation to people working to bring diapers to Moms and babies in the Caribbean, Texas, and Florida through the National Diaper Bank Network.
It doesn't matter where we start. It won't be perfect.
"Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés