Did you know that people in cooking school have to practice their loopy, chocolatey curves just like we did when we learned cursive?
Sometimes we see the end result (someone’s web site, book, album, cake) and we don’t see all of the blood, sweat and tears that went into it. We don’t see them fail, try again, rip the paper to shreds, quit, start over, tell themself they suck, do it anyway. We don’t see all the messiness of the process. We don’t see their scales, their sketches, their first drafts, their cake practice.
If we did, we’d have a lot more compassion for ourselves, for our own messes and half-assed attempts at creating beauty.