Today is a good day to remind myself about anti-perfectionism. When I try to make my birdies a little more realistic, I can easily fall into the trap of perfectionism. I want it to look more real, I want the proportions right, I want the eye to look more lifelike, I've botched the shape of the head... EEEEP... it can quickly become the opposite of what my art journals are meant to be: a rest for my nervous system, an expression of what I am feeling or experiencing. Those things are rarely perfect, except that in all of their imperfection they are. They are simply who I am right now, or what I am experiencing right now. I've used this phrase before but it bares repeating: Perfectly Imperfect. That's what this art journal is. That's what I am. And I am determined to love myself just as I am. I hope you will, too, and then love others.
Love, Cheri
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