I hesitated.

“Don’t hesitate,” my Drawing teacher said.

I grabbed my pencil and started making lines on the paper, unsure of myself, but doing it anyway. Eventually, the lines started to make shapes and before I knew it, I had the beginnings of a drawing. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

I’ve been wrestling with perfectionism a lot lately.

“Feck perfuction!” the designer, James Victore, says.

It's what keeps me from saying what I really want to say. It's what stifles my creativity and makes me hesitate. It’s what keeps me from drawing, from taking that photograph, from writing that poem, reaching out, speaking up, making one beautiful mistake after another.

I have been amassing “Perfection Coins,” as Rachel Cole so elegantly puts it.

“You should be erasing as much as you are drawing,” my Drawing teacher says to us.

Here’s to erasing a lot of lines. And making new ones.

(What I'm listening to right now: Empty Threat by Chvrches)