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What happens, Reader, when we are so focused on something being perfect that we forget to acknowledge the effort to simply show up? What happens when we are so constrained by the fear we might fail that we forget even to give something a go? What happens when we live with secrets, with parts of us trapped, too afraid to express, explore, and uncover? We struggle. We hurt. We stop. Perfectionism is a key source of many people's anxiety and stress, and it can show up in the most curious ways. It is one thing to feel like we are not meeting the needs of our children or workplace, it's another to think, I can't make art because it won't be 'good enough'. Creative mental health care uses art making to start to unpack and challenge our deeply seated views of ourselves, with curiosity and compassion. By learning how to be comfortable with "less than perfect", we open ourselves up to a way of believing we can show up in all our versions. We can be less than perfect. Today, Reader, I wanted to share a thought with you. What if, instead of thinking "If this isnât perfect, then itâs worthless," we tried reframing it to: You donât need to be âgood at artâ to join us. You just need to be willing to play. Our next live session is coming up, and Iâd love to invite you to join us. Whether youâve been to one before or this is your first time, youâre welcome. If you're not already in the Permission to Play community, nowâs the perfect time to jump in. Itâs a space for gentle encouragement, creative prompts and community creating, and the kind of support that says, âyou donât have to do this perfectly â just come as you are.â Click the button to join the group for 14 days FREE and attend this weekend session!
Letâs keep showing up â imperfectly, together. Until Soon. With Kindness, PS: Recently, I have been struggling most with perfectionism and how I show up for families suffering from the devastating blockade and bombardment in Palestine. I have been selling my artworks and donating 100% of the money from these paintings to families in Gaza. I can't do everything for everyone, which is hard, but I am zooming out and seeing that, even my small contributions are doing SOMETHING, and for that I am grateful. If you haven't already followed me there, please come and say hi on Instagram. I hope you might join us on Sunday in the PTP group, it is always a light in the week, especially ones that feel dark. With love on the wind xox |
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