Perfectionism

I’m not ready to show it to the world. 

 

I’m not ready because it’s not perfect. I know it won’t ever be totally perfect, but it’s not good enough to present it to the crowd. The crowd that will judge my work. The crowd that might reject anything less than perfection. 

 

So instead, I keep it in the shadows where comfort and safety are promised. 

 

Hidden on a shelf to collect dust…right next to bravery.

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