The same limitations at made yesterday’s work so challenging to start, and so beautiful to do, led to a very limited practice today. It’s raining rather heavily, and so everyone here is indoors hiding from the weather. I had to move my whole practice into the front hall of the house, where I was able to do a basic but somewhat constrained version of my usual work.
Part of me is annoyed by such a limited day. But part of me is sort of ok with it, because it prevents the kind of perfectionism that it’s easy to assume in this work. Knowing and recognizing that some days are just going to be terrible, and keep going anyway, is important. It’s one of the things that keeps me honest about my expectations going forward. Some days, the work is just not going to be very deep. And that’s ok.