When the voice on the blog tutorial I was listening to said, “It’s all about quality over quantity” it almost did me in.
As someone who is working very hard to reform my perfectionist ways, this was a bitter pill to swallow.
I reflected upon the words given to me in a dream when a man–after reviewing a book of my life and all that I was meant to accomplish–gave me this warning, “But your perfectionism will stop you from doing any of this. These things shall never come to pass.” He then shut the book–the book of what my life could have been–with a finality that I wanted to protest but knew I couldn’t. I knew he was right.
For me the pursuit of quality has robbed me of a quantity of life experiences. Quality has kept me in my seat when I wanted to dance. It’s kept me silent when I wanted to sing. Quality has extinguished my passions and it has stilled my pen.
And I can’t–I won’t–let quality rob me anymore.
I will break open that book–the book of what my life WILL BE–and I’ll fill the pages with quantity over quality because only then will I really live.
I’ll fill my life with a quantity of failures so that I can taste success. I’ll endure a quantity of vulnerable moments to find what makes me strong. And I’ll live through a quantity of “No she didn’t!” to reach a quantity of “Yes she did!”
So to the voice on the blog tutorial, I’m afraid that I cannot heed your advice. To do so would mean that this blog would go the way of the countless unanswered pursuits that came before it. All in the name of quality.
Besides–when I look back on my life–the everyday, unpolished, imperfect moments are always my favorite.
