I used to spend so much time polishing.
Polishing.
Polishing.
Polishing
Perfecting.
Fine tuning.
Worrying about inaccuracy.
Worrying about being wrong.
Worrying about being judged.
Overthinking.
Removing the mess.
And at the very same time as removing the mess…
Removing the magic.
The joy.
The spontaneity.
The uniqueness.
The essence.
The purity.
The simplicity.
The authenticity.
The bravery.
The fun.
What a waste of bloody time.
Oh; to see and think like a child again.
Image: Izzy Willow. Age 6.