Perfection Sucks

 


Oh, the movie reviews that I haven't written.

The novels that have remained ideas swimming in my head.

The inspiration that has flown through my veins that I never allowed to shoot through my fingertips.

The tributes, articles and riffs that have left unknown.

I sit her frustrated and anxious and broken.

My career feels like a whirlwind of what ifs.

The biggest crushing blow to my writing career has been listening to voices that I should hold off on a piece or I am not worthy to write about certain thing or that it will take too much time or that no one will care.

I want to write the perfect pieces that inspire millions and reshape the world.

But at this point, I should just write.


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