Self-imagined Imperfections

I didn’t blog again first thing this morning. I try to get up early but when I have my two little fuzzy feline muses curled up next to me in my bed it makes it extra difficult. Especially now that the nighttime temperatures have dipped a little making it much more comfortable to sleep. The official summertime is nearing an end, which is depressing, but it does mean that fall will be on the way which will bring Halloween and much better running weather with it. I have a hard time with the winters here in northern Michigan, but it is mostly because I don’t have the equipment to do a lot of snowy weather outdoors stuff. I did invest in snowshoes, but I think cross-country skis will be the big thing this year and will supplement my running quite well.

I’ve got to go to the beach today. It’s only a five minute bike ride from my house and I’ve only made the short trek once this summer. Now that the bay had warmed up to swimming temperatures I should be out enjoying it. It always takes a bit of convincing to get my s.o. to do anything like that on a weeknight especially. But once he concedes and gets to where we are going he has a great time. I’m usually right. Like I was about the citrus flavored mouthwash that he bought a gallon of without trying first. I have learned one thing about men that is an invaluable lesson and should be shared with all women: A great idea is never a great idea until it is the man’s idea.  You have to find a way to convince them that this idea is actually their idea. Then you also have to find a way to bite your tongue when they share their great idea – you need to give up the fact that it was your idea to being with and just be glad that they now appreciate your great idea and have adopted it as their own.

I have a few ideas for a project that I am starting – but it seems like many other things in my life – I am waiting for one thing before I am able to start any other aspects of it. Once the one thing is fixed I’ll be able to print images and test some techniques and start to build up a style for producing the type of imagery that I have inside my head. I also need to get past the fact that nothing ever turns out with the perfection that it has while it only exists inside your mind. As soon as you start to make something real it loses its virginal qualities and is immediately less perfect than you had hoped. But that is part of making something real. And most of the time, the creator is the only one that these ‘flaws’ are perceived by because the creator was the only one with a preconceived idea of what the piece would look like. This is where a lot of creatives mess up – you should not point out any of these so called ‘flaws’ to anyone that potentially would buy or sell your pieces. You just have to live with the self-imagined imperfections and be glad that you were able to bring your idea to life.