Not perfect, but proud anyway

8:11pm, lying in bed, apartment, Chandler, Arizona, Tuesday night, April 6, 2022. Not everything we create is valuable. Most of the time it is to us, less frequently to a few others, and, on rare occasions, a vast audience. There is nothing wrong with missing the mark on occasion, sometimes things just don’t click. Yet, the very act of creating serves a valuable purpose; namely, cleansing the soul. I have written a few clunkers over the past year. That used to bother me. I wanted everything I wrote to be recognized and praised. But, now I know obtaining perfection every time is not possible, nor does it matter. Rather, the most important thing is partaking in act of creating itself. I am proud of who I have become this past year. Not because of the occasional post I believe is “good,” but, rather the fact that I wake up everyday and put something I made out into the universe. I am not perfect but, I am proud of who I am and what I do.