I begin with what I have, I still catch myself wishing I could become more capable before I have to face the things that would actually teach me,
I begin with what I have, sometimes I mistake the discomfort of being inexperienced as the proof that I should wait until I feel much more certain,
I begin with what I have, I know there are parts of me that would rather imagine being ready than endure the embarrassment of discovering who I really am,
I begin with what I have, can I let myself be seen by my own eyes as someone still learning without immediately trying to become someone,
I begin with what I have, maybe readiness is not the absence of uncertainty but the willingness to keep meeting what I have not mastered yet…
I make room for another answer, I feel the resistance that arises when the result contradicts the conclusion I had already formed,
I make room for another answer, I sometimes defend an idea simply because changing it would mean admitting that I spent time going in the wrong direction,
I make room for another answer, there is a particular kind of humility in realizing that being wrong can still leave something useful information behind,
I make room for another answer, can I let the discovery matter more than the comfort of having been correct in one set of direction,
I make room for another answer, what unsettles me at first can become the opening through which the better idea finally enters…
I have stopped correcting so hastily, I notice how often my first reaction is to fix whatever makes me uncomfortable before I have understood why it appeared,
I have stopped correcting so hastily, some mistakes start to look different when I give myself enough time to see what they reveal, rather than what they ruin at first glance,
I have stopped correcting so hastily, I feel less desperate to make everything look resolved because I am beginning to trust what unfinished things can still show me,
I have stopped correcting so hastily, can I sit with something imperfect long enough to learn from it before deciding what needs saving,
I have stopped correcting so hastily, the work becomes less like something I must control and more like something I am finally willing to let unfold…
I carry forward what I’ve learned, I’ve realized that not every challenging attempt needs to be completed to have a lasting impact on my work,
I carry forward what I’ve learned, some failures will resurface but everything will remain useful long after their original disappointment has faded from the surface,
I carry forward what I’ve learned, I can feel myself becoming less afraid of beginning again because I no longer believe every beginning has to guarantee an ending,
I carry forward what I’ve learned, can I let an unsuccessful attempt be part of my story without having to make it sufficient afterward,
I carry forward what I’ve learned, perhaps the value of what happened is not always what it produced, but what it quietly taught my hands to notice…
Watchwords:
Someone still learning
Another answer can enter
Being wrong can still leave
Something imperfect long enough
Taught my hands to notice
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream: