Perfection is a trap. Every time I chase perfection, it feel blocked. Perfection turns my creative process into a tangle of frustration.

Right now, I’m working on a project that’s pushing my drawing skills further than I’ve ever gone. I have a vivid picture in my head of how it should look, but I can’t get my hands to match it yet. It’s maddening. I keep saying to myself, process, not outcome.

It’s not about arriving at perfection. It’s about the act of showing up and drawing, again and again. Every time I sit down, I remind myself, this won’t be perfect either. But it will be better.

And that’s the thing. It really does get better as long as I let go. With each attempt, the lines come closer to what I imagine. Each attempt is a little less frustrating as I get closer. I think at some point, I’ll either look at the drawing and feel satisfied, or I’ll learn to accept its unperfection. Maybe both.

Just show up and do the work, and let the rest take care of itself. The beauty is in the doing, and not just the final result. And that’s what keeps me coming back.