freckled fiber

Clarity is an odd and fleeting thing. It’s the reason I often go months without posting. I have that spark of clarity, that five minutes of knowing exactly what I want to say, and if I don’t—or worse, can’t—take action in those precious moments, it’s gone. It comes when I’m driving, when I’m working, and in the middle of the night. It stays long enough to leave an impression I can move forward with, but it doesn’t always leave its words. So this time I tried to write it down for later, and now it’s later. What if we slow down? We’re makers. We make. It’s what we do. But what if we didn’t feel like we had to constantly be finishing things and starting new ones? What if savoring a project for six months, or even a year, wasn’t something we looked at with judgment and guilt? We keep having these conversations about how the making, learning, enjoyment, etc. are the reasons we do this, but are we listening to our own advice? For most of this year, I've been on a mission to "finish ...