What does a blank page in the diary and a favourable weather forecast predict for me in June. More white wall painting is the answer. A job where radio, podcasts and pondering will be my only companions.

Convoluted meanderings of the mind.  I am very grateful to not be a perfectionist in the sense of this article.

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/article/2024/jun/03/im-a-recovering-perfectionist-heres-how-i-embraced-the-joy-of-good-enough?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=facebook&fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR0lvZCpm1yDsptmXi83nLboujvNPrCN_oy17VpQwcRIi1iBu7UrILDbruE_aem_AbC73IqsBP4kO2UKVKib_ovRpJFnkY_wwZDxwVEgpeis9dgSldBfeRETx76rzQuoU3-COBfRdrwpFFeLnXe_L37k

I slide about on the ‘good enough’ scale. White wall painting needs to be fairly close to the perfect end of the scale. Aesthetically pleasing and competently executed will do for me.

Creatively I love happy accidents, these are not born from perfectionism or control. Being a little casual is the thing and knowing when to stop is the golden rule of being creative. Knowing when to stop is not a retrospective skill.

With the potential of a whole day to paint walls white, knowing when to stop is going to be essential. There is going to be a nail biting moment when I am going to need to be creative. Impossible to imagine I know, but when it happens the blog will be the first to know.