When I think of rebelling against perfection I think of THIS....

Ironically or maybe in superb timing, this thought/idea popped into my mind after I shared a video on Instagram last night. The ironic/superb part is that the video was about floods of ideas and how to use the brain dumping process to avoid being overwhelmed by them.

So I picked up my phone and walked…. circling through my living room, into the dining room (past my cats who were staring me down, waiting to be fed), to the other hallway and back into the living room.

Riffing on this idea that popped into my mind...what rebelling against perfection feels like, right now. 12 minutes and 23 seconds and a big sigh later….

When I think about rebelling against perfection, I think of going on video with my hair tossed up in bun, instead of needing to spend an hour washing my hair, blow drying it and then curling it, before even thinking I’m “video ready”.

When I think about rebelling against perfection, I think about hitting post or publish on something I wrote and choosing to trust myself, my creativity and the fact that I was inspired to share (and knowing, that’s enough).

When I think about rebelling against perfection, I think about how sharing my words is more important than the number of likes and clicks.

When I think about rebelling against perfection, I think how can I complete this project in a way that honours it and my creativity instead of worrying about making it the most comprehensive, detailed and exhaustive thing that ever existed. I think about how simplifying and focusing is an act of rebellion, when perfection wants to overcomplicate EVERYTHING.

When I think about rebelling against perfection, I think of leaving the video as is and not re-watching it (and counting the “umms” and clicking noises I make with my mouth), which would probably lead to re-recording it (10 times over) and many rounds of unnecessary edits.
 

When I think about rebelling against perfection, I think about choosing not to use past failures as proof that it’s not going to work this time and remaining steady in my curiosity and inspired by “what ifs” and “let’s see what happens”.

When I think about rebelling against perfection, I think of walking past the shoe rack and not adjusting the shoes that are out of place. I think of noticing the curtain that’s awkwardly tucked into the window sill and leaving it how it is. I think of noticing the wrinkles on my shirt and resisting the need to change it.

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When I think about rebelling against perfection, I think about it a little differently than I used to. I used to believe rebelling against it was outsmarting it or banishing it from my life once and for all.

NOW I think of rebelling against perfection as these small acts and the accumulation of them.I think about how it’s these small acts, that gives our creativity breathing room...to come out us...to move through us...to be experienced by us.

When you think of giving your creativity breathing room, what smalls acts of rebellion against perfection come to mind? Share in the comments below.