I tend to be a perfectionist

I tend to be a perfectionist. I tend to edit everything I do. A lot. Because I want everything to be perfect. I tend to edit what I’m going to say and how I’m going to say it. I’m always editing myself. I’m doing it as I write this. I re-wrote this paragraph and the sentences in this paragraph a few times already.

And it slows me down. And I would justify it by saying, “Quality is important to me.” and “I need to be proud of my work.” Perfectionist. Me. OK. I admit it. I have a problem.

When I was younger, I was taught that “perfection” was a good thing. It’s not.

It slows me down. It stops me from sharing my work. Sharing my art, sharing my music, sharing my words.

Worst of all, it makes me self-critical. It makes me judge everything I do and everything I say. And it makes me feel bad. I’m my worst critic. By far. I’m harder on myself than anyone I know.

So my mantra for today is “good enough.” It’s going to be my mantra moving forward. Because my “good enough” is usually pretty damn good by anyone else’s standards.

Making music with strangers

… or more like, friends I haven’t met yet.

Went to check out a Jeff Buckley cover band play last night. Here’s a clip of Molly Davis killing it on the drums!

 

I got randomly placed in a band with Molly through Girls Rock Camp Toronto’s first rock lottery. So excited to create music with her and two other women I’ve never met before.

We’ve been tasked to come up with a 10 minute set (we could write originals or play covers, it’s up to us) at The Burdock on April 1st where all the other random bands will be playing to raise funds for Girls Rock.

We are meeting each other and jamming today for the first time. So excited to see what happens!

What’s the worst that could happen to me if I tell this truth?

“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.” — Audre Lorde

Recently, I’ve been reading the works of writer/poet, Audre Lorde.   A self-described “black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet,” Audre Lorde dedicated both her life and her creative talent to confronting and addressing the injustices of racism, sexism, and homophobia. — Poetry Foundation

With all of the news of sexual misconduct allegations and the ongoing references to the “me too” movement in the media, I’m finding her words so relevant today.

The following is an excerpt from The Cancer Journals (1980) which is a collection of her speeches, essays and day-to-day journals about her personal experience with breast cancer. As someone who has a personal history with breast cancer, I was diagnosed at 29 and went through treatment for over 5 years, and as someone who has spent most of my life learning how to overcome fears around creative expression and of “speaking up”, this completely resonates.

Audre Lorde on “Your Silences Will Not Protect You:”

“I was going to die, sooner or later, whether or not I had even spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silences will not protect you…. What are the words you do not yet have? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? We have been socialized to respect fear more than our own need for language.

I began to ask each time: “What’s the worst that could happen to me if I tell this truth?” Unlike women in other countries, our breaking silence is unlikely to have us jailed, “disappeared” or run off the road at night. Our speaking out will irritate some people, get us called bitchy or hypersensitive and disrupt some dinner parties.

And then our speaking out will permit other women to speak, until laws are changed and lives are saved and the world is altered forever.

Next time, ask: What’s the worst that will happen? Then push yourself a little further than you dare. Once you start to speak, people will yell at you. They will interrupt you, put you down and suggest it’s personal. And the world won’t end.

And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you… as I think Emma Goldman said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.”

And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.”

The quotes above are taken from the first chapter of Audre Lorde’s ‘The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action‘ which was a speech she gave on December 28, 1977 at the Lesbian and Literature Panel of the Modern Language Association.

Hello world

I’ve decided to start blogging again. My first attempt on Blogger.com started in 2007 and I wrote sporadically since then. I never took it seriously because I figured no one was reading it.  The truth is that no one was reading it because I was too afraid to share it.

Starting the blog was an experiment in getting myself to start writing publicly about personal things. Before the blog, I had written “publicly” a ton for work, for a couple of magazines and wrote tons of lyrics for other singers to sing.  It was easy for me to share my work when it was more about the facts and less about my opinions.  More about others and less about myself.  As soon as the words got too personal, then it became too scary for me to share.

I’m hoping this time it will be different. I was inspired to write again after reading a blog post titled Talkers Block by Seth Godin:

“Do it every day. Every single day. Not a diary, not fiction, but analysis. Clear, crisp, honest writing about what you see in the world. Or want to see. Or teach (in writing). Tell us how to do something. …If you know you have to write something every single day, even a paragraph, you will improve your writing.” — Seth Godin

So this is my attempt at improving my writing and my attempt at honest writing about what I see in the world. This is my attempt at making my writing more personal.  It still feels scary as hell. Maybe this time I’ll find the courage to share.  Maybe this time I’ll have more readers. Maybe I won’t. Either way, I feel like I have a lot to say. So here goes…