There was a time when everything I did or tried had to be perfect. If it wasn’t I’d give up or try something else.
Now, I’m learning to try a lot and mess up. I think as a passion pulls me to play more, I’m sure I’ll get better. There will always be those who are better. But maybe there are those who are playing by ear or off the cuff, like me who want company along the way. We’ll all get better. There’s no such thing as perfect.
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Too often I tell myself I can’t, I’m too young, I’m too old, I’m too female, I’m too tomboy, too something to do a thing. But when I can be of two minds, I can see that perfection is really what’s stopping me.
I wonder if a bird sings for perfect pitch and rhythm. Maybe the mockingbird works towards being the best mimic.
Maybe those birds in Central America that dance work on their beats.
But the cream that rises to the top is the rarity. That raven outside ain’t even trying? Nah. He’s just being a raven.
Two minds means I can work to do my best but be happy with small, sparrow size accomplishments. Those starlings have managed with persistence to make another nest in our attic. We have tried everything to discourage them. They never look at a blueprint and care nothing about zoning laws.
Not my photo but I never have my phone ready when our home-invaders are on the rails.
And you should see the pair loving, and arguing. It takes two!
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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