Several weeks ago, I posted an entry on perfectionism, and true to my perfectionistic nature, I went back and deleted most of what I had written on the topic!!! This is such an embarassing admission, but after I deleted everything except for a quote from Ann Lamott's book, bird by bird, I decided that this quote needed to be posted if for no other reason, to remind myself of the trappings of perfectionism.
Here is what the author says. " Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artists true friend. What people somehow (inadvertently, I'm sure) forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here-and, by extension, what we're supposed to be writing."
I have never been able to see messes as a good thing. The fun of getting messy is replaced by the dread of having to clean it up.
The way the author portrays messes in this quote, however paints a very liberating picture of being able to express yourself freely, and the value of getting muddied in the process.