You aren't a perfectionist

You aren't a perfectionist. You just have good taste.

You want to make good shit, but right now, you can't meet own standards.

So instead, you do nothing. And it's eating you alive.

Taste is discernment of The Beautiful.

It's an instinct for visual harmony. A love of cohesive colors and the golden ratio. An adoration of Aesthetics and a refusal to write in comic sans. A rejection of brutalism and fluorescent lighting.

It's an understanding that we will never make anything more beautiful than nature; And an infatuation with her as the ultimate muse.

Taste is an uncommon gift from God; Consumerism confirms it's infrequent endowment.

The majority consume what the minority craft. They exist in perfect symbiosis, but the tastemaker only eats if he prepares the meal.

For those chosen few, you have a must-solve dilemma: Your taste leaves you incapable of accepting off-the-shelf mediocrity.

I get it. It’s why I entered The Arena. “Standard-issue” makes my skin crawl. I’m reminded of Dante every time I walk the aisles of Walmart.

But right now your superpower is keeping you starving because you aren't skilled enough to meet your own standard.

Ira Glass calls this space ‘The Gap’.

To close ‘The Gap’ you must create for long enough to allow your craft to catch up to your inborn tastes.

You have to put in SHITTY REPS.

It takes guts to suck in front of a crowd. But it's even worse to go to bed every night with your worst critic.

Very few have the patience and persistence required to see themselves become great.

So you must persist.

The world needs your creation.

There are starving multitudes ready to reward your innovation. But if you don't humble yourself and put in the shitty reps, you deprive the world of your gift... and yourself of the gifts God has planned for you.

Resisting your nature causes your suffering. The Call cannot be ignored.

The irritating reminder is stitched into the neckline of your shirt with someone else’s name: You can't wear designer.

You are the designer.

So close The Gap.

Thanks for reading, share if you feel called. Otherwise, talk soon.

Be The Renaissance.