Things I’m Terrible At (And Why That’s Perfect)

The beauty of doing something poorly and liking it is something we don't discuss enough. I'm not referring to failing in things you'd like to excel at. I'm referring to the decision to settle with mediocrity because it makes your brain feel just fine.

similar to sketching. or cooking. Or dancing in your kitchen as if you were trying out for an uninvited reality show.

We transformed pastimes into performances at some point. Now, everything enjoyable must be satisfied. You should start an Etsy store if you're a doodler. It should resemble a Pinterest spread if you keep a journal. You should have someone shooting your soup from three different perspectives.

I became tired.

I thus began to act badly. intentionally. I use watercolors to paint like a raccoon who hasn't had enough sleep. I create playlists that are solely based on moods rather than aesthetic coherence. When I prepare cookies, they look like a toddler quit up halfway through because they were bored. I adore every moment of it.

Permitting yourself to be awful at something has a significant effect. It has a rebellious vibe. Freeing. As if you were recovering enjoyment from the grip of work.

What's the best part? Nobody is interested. Nobody is looking. Instagram isn't this. This is the actual world. You are still a legitimate human being even if you crochet a lumpy hat. It's acceptable to write poetry that rhymes "moon" with "spoon" without feeling guilty about it.

Not everything has to be good. Not everything has to be shared. Some things can just exist to make you feel more like you.

So yeah, maybe this post isn’t perfectly structured. Maybe it’s a little messy. Maybe it rambles.
But that’s kind of the point.