Meditations 3: My Spartans

“He who sweats more in training bleeds less in war.”

– Spartan Creed

The modern-day equivalent is less dramatic but equally true: Practice makes perfect.

However, we must also remember to not ‘Let perfect become the enemy of good’. We NEED to fuck up. We need to sweat. We need to fall, again and again, and again, bloodying our knees and bruising our ego’s so that we learn that fucking up is NOT the end.

We wouldn’t expect a child to be perfect the first time they rode a bike, so why do we expect ourselves to produce a masterpiece the first time we pick up a pen?

It seems ludicrous to me, but day after day, I listen to people professing that they ‘Wish they could write’ or ‘Wish they could draw’. Each time I tell them they can, and each time they scoff. “Just because you can’t do something perfectly doesn’t mean that you can’t do it,” I tell them, and they roll their eyes and call me a pedant. What they meant was that they wished they were experts in the crafts and that they could get there without putting any effort in. When I tell them how I became good at writing or how I became good at sketching, they fling their arms up and declare that they don’t have time for that kind of thing.

Really? You don’t have time to sit down and write 300 words a day? Or do a five-minute sketch of something you see in a notebook?

Nothing worth doing is ever easy, but if you sit down and write 300 words a day, every day for the next year, you’ll have a novel. If you sketch for five minutes every day, you’ll be an ‘artist’ in no time.

When you let fear of failure stop you from pursuing your dreams, you’ve already lost. But when you look it in the eye and take a step forward anyway, that is when you become the person you admire. That is when you become courageous, and that is when you succeed.

Julia X

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