In Praise of Typos
When I imagined starting this blog I imagined an idyllic world where I would have dedicated time to craft meaningful essays. I planned on long days swimming in the sprawling expanse of my 25 years of old journals. So far that imagination has not quite come true. Instead a reality that isn’t quite so perfect but beautifully human.
So far this blog process, where I’ve posted almost every single day since May 3, so that’s over six weeks, has really been a true reflection of me. Some days I don’t have much to say. Other days I could go on forever. Some days I’m ready to reveal The most sacred poetry of my heart. Other days I just need to write about laundry mountain as it stares me in the face.
sometimes a post is lovingly crafted during a Pomodoro session with my dear friend David on the other line doing his work. And sometimes it’s when I’m sitting in the car waiting to pick up my son from camp, and I parked the car under the one shady tree and I am dictating into the phone. That sometimes happens to be right now.
I am showing up in a way that is true for me and true changes every day. Even though I am who I am at a core level, the outward manifestation changes. It feels good to be true to that instead of forcing myself to ramp up to some expectation of what I want my world facing self to look like.
Perfectionism has no place here. It tries to creep in but I give it an air kiss and shut the door gently and its face.
So you may see some typos once in a while. In fact you may see them every time. In my career as a creative Director I loved saying that a typo had to do with trust. Like if there were typos you just wouldn’t be trusted as much. And I do believe that when it’s a national healthcare Enterprise where I worked at one point. Or on a months long concepted marketing campaign for a health and wellness brand. Yeah in those cases typos don’t look so good. But really there is a time and place for everything. And here on this blog, and this little world of mine, I welcome the typos. In fact I embrace them. They help me show up more often. They help me tell my perfectionist that it’s OK to be human and not perfect. That really there are no mistakes.
if I was really more concerned about typos I probably would have only posted about six times so far, that would be once a week. Those would be beautiful posts. Instead I would so much rather be true than beautiful. I think there is such an authentic power in truth. So here I am, being me. In fact, truth is beautiful,
how do you feel about typos? And I hope by now you’ve come to view typos as really the very human imperfections that we all have. How am I using perfectionism as a excuse to not do the thing I dream of? The voice that tells me it needs to be perfect so I can’t even try. Well guess what, I welcome the imperfections, the typos, the stutters.
what would you do if you knew you didn’t need to be perfect? What treasures of your heart would you share with the world? What would you say even if you didn’t have the perfect words to say it? I encourage you to get out there and show up. Typos and all.