Begin.
That alone is an accomplishment. For the several years now we have worked diligently in the background, but never on this. Never on this project we always talked about, this project we both know holds such an important place in our hearts. This project of community… of building something out of nothing, giving voice to thoughts that otherwise go unheard and letting those thoughts ring out into the world and listening, listening for a response.
When you step onto a stage, the scariest arrives before the first words are spoken. To begin is the challenge. To continue is the promise.
So here we are. Years of contemplation and discussion finally arriving at action with the resounding realization on both our parts that PERFECTION does not matter.
(Perfect) Grammar. What if they don’t like it?
(Perfect) Spelling. What if it doesn’t take off?
(Perfect) Topic. What if what if what if what if???
What if what if what if…?
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What if it didn’t matter? What if all that really counted, all that the Gods really wanted to see, was effort? What if the try mattered more than the succeed? Perfection is the enemy of the good.
There is a story I heard once, long ago, about two young men. The first, with the wits of a scholar, put his heart and sould into all his efforts. To fail was unacceptable, anything short of perfection could not be tolerated. His brother however, though perhaps less blessed in the realms of the intellect, did not share his concerns and had no qualms about misfortune or making mistakes.
One day it came to pass that the brothers found themselves both tasked with the building of a fence to retain a farmer’s livestock. The first brother began his process, carefully measuring and planning, asking questions about the kind of livestock, what materials were desired, and how the fence ought to look. The cattle ran about the pasture, straying all over and causing endless frustrations. Finally, after much time planning, the first brother stood up to begin his work.
As he looked up, he found the fence completed, the second brother wiping his brow and the cattle once again safely contained.
-The Wolf and the Witch.
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