I have over 50 notebooks and journals. Beautiful ones, with leather covers or thick, cream pages. They hold such promise.
They terrify me. They are too pure, too pristine, and I feel my words are not sufficient, not worthy. I have to forgive myself for marring their pages.
Today I exorcise this writing fear rooted in perfectionism. I embrace Chilton Pearce’s words: “To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.”
These are my freedoms:
1. I am free to make mistakes–no apologies.
2. I do not always have grand ideas.
3. I am ordinary.
4. I commit grammatical errors.
5. I will allow my handwriting to go haywire.
6. I do not have to fill the pages.
7. I will not edit what I have handwritten.
8. I forgive myself for starting only now and am grateful for this 45th second chance.
9. I do not have to please anybody, even me.