Sitting for hours.
Wracking your brain,
Rehearsing clumsy words over and over again
As though life has practice days and ‘showtime’ days
And that one day we will have it all figured out
One day we won’t have to struggle to make it happen.
But thats the trouble
The bad ideas and the bad days
Won’t be eliminated and forgotten
Your worst ideas are necessary members of your family
Not unsightly children that are never meant to see the sun.
The trick is not in making it work the first time around,
Its in realizing that once the portal has been open,
The portal from which all ideas come
That narrow orifice that only gets bigger with more traffic.
And sooner or later, it’ll be big enough for a great idea to grow in.
We can be our own loudest critics , with fierce objections to our own creativity
Tearing apart each idea that emerges
Looking for faults at every turn.
Or we can nurture our early attempts
Keeping in mind that they are in their infancy
And of course would likely not withstand icy scrutiny ,
So rather than beat ourselves up for not being overly creative
Perhaps we should calm down and take a breath.
This is not an audition.
Give yourself a chance.