I am in a lifelong battle with perfectionism. And when it comes to creating art it can be paralyzing. It can make every photograph or piece of writing feel so precious. No, not that pretty kind of precious. But the type of breakable delicateness that can render them too fragile to withstand the eyes of an audience.

Luckily I’m also in a lifelong relationship with introspection and growth. This past year I’ve put a lot of energy into letting go of the perfectionism and preciousness that have stunted my inner artist. Working towards integrating that part of me fully, so she can shine outward.

My songs are like Bic razors. For fun, for modern consumption. You listen to it, like it, discard it, then on to the next. Disposable pop.
Freddie Mercury

Freddie Mercury was a genius. But he was either being facetious or was plain wrong about the disposable nature of the songs that still to this day bring tears to my eyes. Either way. I love this quote, love this attitude. Any time I question whether something I’ve created is good enough to share, I will call on this quote. Whether he was being playful or not, his point is well taken.

Make it. Put it out there. Let it go.