It’s been five years, five months, and 23 days since I picked up a camera and vowed to take at least one photo every single day. And I’m going to be perfectly honest: I freaking hate it! At least 30% of the time. Maybe more.
You see, I was raised to be a perfectionist. To produce ridiculously high quality everything. Some of you may remember the story about how I refused to talk actual words in front of living creatures until I could speak in eloquently flowing paragraphs.
I was 1.
And yes, it’s a true story. That’s how ingrained this precious bullshit is within me.
But I have somehow managed to rewire decades of faulty programming...at least when it comes to my photography. And I’m hoping I’m making progress here on Steemit, too.
I’ve managed to convince about a dozen of my friends to join Steemit. Some of them are insanely successful in life, as artists, with so many other things. But none of them are getting over the precious thing here. And that makes me sad.
I don’t want to be that way. And so, in that spirit, I come to the long awaited point of today’s post:
I took one photograph today. Just one. It’s not great. Not really even good. I did a little editing because...well, who am I, Mother Teresa? I need a little bit of pride, an ounce of vanity.
I could dig into my archives. I could wow you all with some of my amazing work. I’m not falsely modest; I have a lot of good shit.
But I won’t. I’m not. Today, you get my raw, crappy, unprecious effort of the day. I hope it inspires other recovering perfectionists to get over themselves and just DO the work.
