One of the lessons pandemic life has underscored for me is to never let perfect be the enemy of good. Over the last year, we've faced the choices of outdoor, masked, and socially distanced get-togethers with friends and family or none at all, of working out at a gym with a mask on or not at all, of taking dance and fitness classes from our homes or not at all... Too often, it's easy to go with the "Well if I can't do it the way I want to then it's not worth doing it at all" choice, and I think we miss out on so much when we live life that way.
I created this dance on a day when it was tempting to let perfect be the enemy of good. I wasn't in "the zone," was sore and tight and tired, my technique was sloppy, and I was feeling uncreative. I wanted windows and natural light and to feel inspired by my surroundings. But that's not what I had. After working on several songs unsuccessfully, I checked the clock and thought, "I don't know that I'm going to come up with anything in the half hour I have left."
But then I found this song. And I did this dance.
Perfect? No. But I like it. I'm glad I didn't give up on creating something good, even if it's not perfect.
No pandemic can keep us from creating or dancing—no windowless studio or basement with cement and carpet or class existing on a mobile device can do that.
Only we can do that to ourselves.
🎼: "One Last Time" by LP
