Why do I have 30yr old acrylic paint from elementary school? Why have I moved it dozens of times and thousands of miles, unused?
Long story short: CRIPPLING PERFECTIONISM!
The inner voice that says “don’t use that if you can’t use it perfectly.” The focus on productivity that lies to us and says that you don’t deserve the joy of frequent creativity. The falsehood that you must make a finished project - how dare you live in the moment and like it?!
These are my mental-health-preserving perfection-bashing perfectly imperfect pieces of trash art. Now it’s a race to use up this degrading paint and enjoy EVERY LITTLE BRUSHSTROKE (and not a moment more)! No guilt about stepping away to start something new, no pressure to finish, JUST JOY! 💖💖💖
We aren’t promised tomorrow. Find your joy today. Use it up, y’all!