Learning a Little at a Time
What I have done already counts.
The thousands of pictures, the classes, and the hours of practice.
The books I have read and the books I have made.
The crappy work and the truly extraordinary work.
The versions of myself that have shown up and grown up.
I can be happy with what I have already done AND still restless for more.
Contentment and ambition can live alongside each other in relative balance.
Now I wonder, how far can I go with this?
What else can I learn?
Can I move beyond perfectionism toward more authentic, personal moments?