I am sitting in the warmth at a patio table with my coffee and my laptop. It is early morning, the sun is out, the birds are chirping, and there's quiet, just perfect for writing a blog post.
But wait. There's no quiet. Actually, someone appears to be tearing an outbuilding apart in the yard beside me. There's a large family, about 20 or so, chattering cheerily in another language as some of them prepare breakfast 15 feet away. A dog is barking frantically on the street.
This isn't perfect at all. How can I possibly write?
This gets me thinking. What do I not do, because things are not perfect? I have this idea of how things have to be in order to [fill in the blank].
This shows up everywhere in my life. Which I realize limits what I accomplish. Particularly what I create, because it seems to matter most when I am trying to create something.
Somehow I have linked my circumstances to my effectiveness, to my creativity. What would be possible if I gave that up?
How many of us hold ourselves back because we are waiting for that perfect set of circumstances to make our special contribution?