I like to be in control. I like perfect circles. I like things all lined up neat and orderly. I compulsively straighten pictures on the wall. I'll even do it on your walls. Just not when you are looking.
Yesterday, I was making bronze components for a necklace I wanted to make. I wanted something other than jumprings to connect chain to a strung portion. The clay wouldn't behave. And then I looked at what I thought was a perfect mess and said to myself, it's OK to let go of perfection. Perfectly, imperfect. Isn't that really how life is?