I just spent half an hour or so mulling over a post, punching letters on my well-worn keyboard, and erasing and rewriting sentences for a great blog entry. Then midway through, I just scrapped it all. It just sounded boring. Not useful. A failure.
Sometimes that happens in life. And the insecure artist in me makes me want to believe that’s how it always turns out. That I’m never any good at what I do. That nobody likes what I do or say.
But, I know that’s not true.
My mom says I’m the best wedding photographer ever. Jay thinks I’m pretty good, too. And Astin? Well, he couldn’t care less what I do, as long as I give him attention and take him for walks.
Yes, there are times I fail…times I just do OK. My goal is always perfection in my work, but so far, I haven’t achieved that yet, either. That doesn’t mean I give up or settle for mediocrity. It means I give thanks for where I am and strive for where I want to be. So, I’m going to ignore that nagging feeling of failure and just get on with it.
by mary
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