One of the most impactful gifts unschooling has delivered to my door has been a personal acceptance of imperfection as perfect. It has been a process… a process of accepting the process. It hasn’t come easily. It has been done very intentionally, transitioning my judgements of things as perfect or imperfect. It was a solid, conscious choice to shift my perspective. And, admittedly, it is yet incomplete.
But, for all my judgements passed down on myself and others, I am getting closer. Closer to accepting the process for a valid part of the experience. Accepting the partial as the perfection of what IS.
And, now there are benefits starting to flow from it… I’ve moved so deeply into the acceptance of process that I have actually been able to embrace my OWN imperfects in the process. I have been able to start and stop projects. To pick them up where I left off without having to have them improved during the time I left off of them. I have been able to simply observe and allow things that ARE to feel perfect. Perfect in their imperfection.
#Inktober2020 has been a perfectly imperfect place to play in this realm this year. For the last several years my heart has called to me to participate in some way but I could never accept the place where my art IS and so I left off. This year, I simply accepted whatever it would be and dove in.
Imperfect. Perfect. Joyful. Fast. And fun.
And my little sketches already feel like a deeply delicious piece of me which has been uncovered. Who knew… the little sticks have been in there, just waiting to be released, waiting to express my soul, as they somehow strangely do. And I adore them. I love them for their eraser marks and strangely positioned bodies oriented without perspective in their landscapes. I love them. They make my heart smile as it never did when I judged them so harshly.
May all your imperfection be seen as perfect. May all your projects be nothing but fun.
Enjoy the process.
All my love,
