The idea of perfection is something I talked about recently over on my professional blog. It comes to mind again this weekend as I sit here in the room that is my studio workspace AND my office. Last week I had to locate some books I'd packed away . . . somewhere in the room. The end result is that I found the books but left the space in an utter shambles.
The room is not a large one. It is serving double duty temporarily, but the timeline that will permit it to be single duty only is a bit nebulous at the moment. That fact has been driving me crazy! I want a studio ~ the perfect studio ~ now. But now is not going to happen now.
This morning I recalled the Cult of DoneManifesto. I realized, for about the gazillionth time, that now, the real now of this very moment, is all I've got. The room's a mess. Big deal. "Chill out already," I tell myself. As a friend of mine's teacher once told his class when they were wigging out about the fine details of an assignment: "Cities won't burn; babies won't die."
Meanwhile, I can still make my art, write, and work on my creative doings, even in the space I am doing it in is not ideal. One is a long time dead, so now is the time to create. I will straighten up when I have time to do it. The dust bunnies and piles of stuff can wait.