Good Enough is Perfect

Its 9:49pm and my fingers are finding their way across these keys, finding their way along the path of practice. I could easily throw the night away and say its too late to sit down and right, but things are changing in me. This is day two of a lifetime. It’s only day two. It’s only one day I have to show up and the rest of my life will organize itself. I don’t have to sit down and write the Iliad tonight. I simply have to sit down and write. The practice is more important than the product. This me teaching myself to fish.

It’s 9:54pm and I have no time or work requirements to tell me when I’ve accomplished the task, because there is no discreet marker. I listen to my gut for guidance and when to stop eating and listen to my whole being when it’s time to slip into the sultry world of sleep and dreams. There is an inner wisdom present in each of us and we lowly need listen. This post is a practice in that simple fact.

I want to write pretty works and face phrases with images that spike the senses, but I’m learning to make my writing as ugly as possible since thats the only thing I can manage to accomplish every single day. There is a gap between pretty and ugly. One that can be traversed with time and intent. There is an impossible divide between something and nothing that can never be bridge expect by the power of God. I’m just a man. Limited and flawed. Perfect in my striving of something that is just good enough.