I’ve been reading “Big Magic” by Elizabeth Gilbert and one idea of hers has been really resonating with me (enough that it’s now plastered across the top of my daily planner):
“You must learn how to become a deeply disciplined half-ass.”
Let me explain.
According to Gilbert, the two worst things you can be as a creative is lazy and a perfectionist.
Well shit, that’s me.
The lazy part is obvious. If you want to create, you have to be disciplined. You have to show up every day and do the work. Even if it’s not easy or fun. Whether or not you’re feeling inspired. You gotta sit your ass down and put in the effort.
But the perfectionist part, is just as important, if not as obvious.
It feels like this is supposed to be some sort of big deal. A mildly depressing milestone of sorts. Like this is the official signifier that I’ve hit my peak and life will start heading downhill from here.
Sorry, but I couldn’t disagree with that sentiment any more.
I’m turning 30 in a few hours and I’m happier, healthier, and more free than I’ve ever been.