Things hardly ever go the way I hope and plan. I’ve found that it’s easier to play jazz with life than to try forcing the universe into submission. Here’s a silly baby example from just this afternoon to illustrate:
My client wants a 1950s Grease themed Christmas Card. Cool. I’m here for it. She sent me links to Pink Ladies jackets on Amazon asking which to get. I spent about 5-10 minutes looking at them, reading reviews, looking at other ones. I couldn’t find one that looked really good and had the reviews to back it up. Seems like they’re all thin and cheap looking, regardless of price. So then I wondered why does it need to say “Pink Ladies” on the back. And if it does, I can just iron that on. OR! I can iron on ANYTHING! Like her name! Or her business name!
See, once I let go of needing it to be perfect, the world of options opened up. People think I’m so creative, but it’s really just cause I didn’t like the exact thing. Jazz is easier and more fun than perfection. And it ends up being pretty perfect.
