All my life, I’ve battled what I call maximalism.
The “too much-ism” of everything I choose I do. You feel too much. You think too much. You eat too much. Pull back on the language. Lighten up on the brush.
Settle down, you.
I can’t stop at just a little bit. I need to go to the place just beyond enough, where possibilities have been exhausted. In that place, I often find truth.
I’ve learned to self-censor and it keeps me from doing the thing I love most: creating.
No more, okay?