There’s something about seeing the process, how things are done, how people got to where they are. Often what we see is just the end result or the finished product. It would awe and inspire you, but at the same time, make you feel inadequate of failing to achieve the similar seemingly perfect endgame. Most people don’t indicate the struggles, failures and abrupt ideas. So, here’s mine.
One of my worst habit is starting something I can’t continue or maintain. Self doubt and insecurity, coupled with the need to comply to perfection gets me stuck. Case in point, with writing, for every one piece I finish and share somewhere, there’s five or more I’ve left erased, abandoned or forgotten. On this blog alone, I have nearly 11 drafts. I came across one of Daily Post’s prompts (yes, it’s quite old, but I found it while aimlessly looking for an idea) on pulling fragments and craft “found poetry” from my sad list of forgotten drafts.
My rules: Will probably not stick to poetry, as poetry is not my forte at all. I’ll take phrases from any draft titles, drafts and put it in any order, but no editing of words. If you cringe at painful attempts, thank you for sticking out, but thank you, please know you are free from obliged reading.
our fragmented selves
a curated and edited version
characters are more relatable and loved because they’re three dimensional
why can’t we be both? why can’t be all?
out of sight, out of mind
alone, but not lonely
and someone patted me, “It’s okay, Pam.”
are we still shaming someone who wants and likes being alone?
being alone on a Saturday night
trying to exude an illusion of extroversion
I’m put together beautifully
how can someone be happy with being imperfect?
His love isn’t based on your perfection
my imperfections remind me how I need to rely on God’s grace
the sweet spot of allowing ourselves to be both flawed and loved
Let His love be stronger than the pressure to be perfect
moments where I wonder, “why I am not doing that?”
this is me, inexperienced
between just letting go
breaking away from the archetype
we all have a little bit inside
remind me to always
be curious, be observant, take notes, and ask good questions
we have to let ourselves just be
to 1970s rock music: Pearl Jam, David Bowie, Ziggy Stardust
bring yellow Post-its everywhere
anxiety of turning in an assignment late
paralyzed from overthinking
being able to talk to anyone confidently
having the body and metabolism of someone who goes to the gym three times a week
the level of how fickle I’ve been is laughable, and even obsessive.
the pressure to be perfect in everything I do
between just letting go
because you never know